What is a grown up? Do you know one? Have you met one? Are they what you imagined them to be?
Remember when you where a kid and you played at being grown ups with fancy clothes on, mums heels too with a glass in hand for your grown up drink that only grown ups have. When you played make believe and imagined that you where all sophisticated with an important job and people wanted to be like you.
When you became a teenager and no-one understood you, when you yearned for the day to be able to say no I am grown up now and you will take me seriously, did it happen or are you still waiting.
To be in a rush to do all those grown up things to prove you were, did it help? Did it make you happy?
Are you happy now you are older? Are you more mature now or do you feel lost? Did happen all to fast, creep up on you behind your back and, bam, there it was, welcome to your older years? Did you grow up or are you fighting it now?
What makes a grown up? Is it a career, or maybe lifestyle? Is it marriage and a ring and happy home life? Does buying your own home make you a grown up or just moving out of home? Or is the birth of your children or does that not count? Is it knowledge or is it wealth? Happiness or your health? Love or is it freedom, responsibility or none?
What is it or does it exist? Are grown ups real or just something that is? Or are you still waiting despite the years ticking by?
*I wrote this post to express my feelings and fears and horror at my upcoming 33rd birthday. It is a piece of fiction and I hope you enjoy reading it, ps all opinions on this subject welcomed too*