Growing Up

Growing up is an inevitable part of the endless circle of life. Even though we'd all like to claim that we're still kids at heart,no matter what our age is,lets face it guys,we  have to mature at some point.(or maybe not :P )
So recently,I went about asking random people what growing up meant to them and got a couple of interesting responses.

1."Growing up is being able to watch A-rated and uncensored movies.Something that I longed to do as a teen"-Probably the most cliche answer one could give,I thought.

2."Growing up is getting lesser hours of sleep,and getting hit by insomnia more often"-this person is definitely a workaholic :P

3."Growing up is replacing good old cartoons like Flinstones or Jetsons with shows like Game Of Thrones and Suits"-gosh,I really miss those.

4."Growing up is getting more conscious of your physical appearance,something that we were least bothered about as a kids"-very true

5."Growing up is eating less candy and drinking more coffee"-couldn't agree more

6."Growing up is more gaming,especially FIFA"-thanks for letting me know,my aversion towards FIFA keeps increasing by the day.

7."Growing up is hating pants"-this guy won me over,by far my favourite response,hahah!

Have a good day :D

Broken

We are all helpless, shattered souls, living in a world of misery.
 More often than not, we don't know who we are or the purpose of our existence.
 We recognize ourselves based on the opinion of our peers and family.
 We begin to lose our self-identity and self-worth.
How important is it to appear in the good books of others?
To be approved by Society?
Why is it that we lose our inner soul to people who claim to be our so called 'soul mates'?
 No one knows what one is like from within. Everyone is flawed.
We have no right to judge why people act the way they do, for there is a reason behind everything. Even though it might be unknown to the rest of the world.
 Circumstances force us to change and make us people we don't want to be.
Who would have imagined  a day like this would come.
A day where confessing seems to be the only outlet to get rid of this horrible, tormenting feeling.