Entering Adulthood
Posted: Tuesday, May 22, 2012 by Unknown inAs a teen I remember the problems and how hard life was. All these people telling me what to do and when to do it. My mother telling me to clean my room and mow the lawn, tons of teachers giving me assignment after assignment, and my boss directing my every action at work. People would tell me “just wait till you grow up, then it gets hard.” The feelings of frustration when I would hear that stemmed from my thinking that I did everything that an adult did, I had a job, went to school, and tried to go above and beyond in most areas of my life. In the past year or so I have started to realize just how right they were.
Before I had everyone telling me what to do and where to be, now where I am and what I do is up to me. I can stay in bed all day and sleep, or just read. I don’t have to do a thing, I have the freedom that I remember wishing for when I had to wake up in the morning for school and then go to work after. I had to go out and mow the lawn and didn’t get a day off from everything, I would just imagine not having to do anything at all. Now I have that luxury. The luxury to experience what those old folks meant when they said life gets harder. I have no reason to get up in the morning unless I have to work and even that I could just skip if I felt like it. Yeah, I might get fired but hey, I’ll just find another job when I need money. When people ask me to do something I can easy say no and shuck the responsibility off to someone else and there is really not much that anyone can do about it.
You wake up in the morning and feel like doing absolutely nothing and really don’t have to, but still get up and eat breakfast and then clean up after yourself because if you don’t no one else will. You look at the list of things that need to be done, a list that you wrote and start chipping away at it despite not wanting to. When the feeling of being a failure starts to overwhelm, you still get up and make your bed. Respect for houses with nice yards is learned because you know the owner has to work a full time job or two to even own a house and then on the weekends goes out and cares for his or her yard. You now have the luxury of freedom that you dreamed about as a teen but now that you’re in possession you realize it is a burden that others carried for all those years. I have a feeling that life only gets harder the older you get and with that comes my new found respect for anyone that has managed to keep living and a deeper one to those who live the good life. Oh did I mention the smirk that crosses my face when I hear younger people complain about their life.