Dear Diary:
My handwriting changes in every stroke I dance onto the page in interpretive technique.
Strange this!
Is this part of growing up?
Is this an epiphany? Enlightenment seems too poignant a word to use in this realization of sorts.
See as I write I…I grew up. I realized:
Dumbledore left Harry in an abusive household,
Dobby proved defiance from authority is sometimes warranted,
And hanging onto good memories,however brief, are a part of producing the prerequisite Patronus adulthood requires.
I grew up. I realized:
The Bible was not meant to be a stagnant step-by-step manual to living,
And Priests aren’t bereft of misdeeds so who then, do they confess to?
I contemplated that God’s words spoken through Jesus’s actions were meant to guide around perilous journeys in human lives blessed with unpredictability from the almighty’s conceptualization.
I grew up. I realized:
The church and temples religions speak of are actually embodied in my existence as I am the epitome and conduit of a higher power’s magnitude.
I grew up. I realized:
TV and films could teach me so much if I took the time to listen to what I perceive as worthy.
I grew Up. I realized:
University was just another realm to learn better understanding for what others are already living,
I realized hope and despair, while I grew up to decadence and heart-wrenching fear.
I grew up. I realized:
Growing old is mandatory while growing up is optional.
I grew up. I realized:
Poetry transcended words and became taste,scent,sound,touch and simply freedom.
I grew Up. I realized:
You reading this is a type of legacy.
I grew up, and grew down, and remained somehow in-between, grappling with the fact that 21 means nothing, and that I am insignificant in the grand scheme of the big bang!
I grew up.
I realized that one day you are going to die and that I should get used to it…and that is when life screamed at me in its intensity.
….And I lived.