It’s a bright sunny morning; suddenly I regret the thought of not purchasing curtains. We think, we write, we think about writing and then we actually get to it. Picking up the words after a temporary haitus, I would really like to get done with follow ups to a lot of unfinished business on the blog, but this, is just an observation that I’ve made.
Not a message to the world; just pointing stuff out.
There are these stages, that everybody comes through. I actually really made it up just as I was typing out the last passage. Honestly, it makes a lot of sense.
Stage #1 – Dependent Responsibility
We’re kids, growing into a teen and our lives are practically run for us by the wonderful people around. There are snags, bickers and every bit of rebellion going through to set identities apart. Jumping at every opportunity and frowning at every ‘no’. Although, it’s not an ideal arrangement, the world at our feet is not much to complain about.
Stage #2 – Dependent Irresponsibility
This is college. The greatest time of our lives. If you’re reading this while in college, you sir/madame, are living the dream. Things cannot get any better. It’s like the time to go out and be everything we could ever imagine. It’s about taking chances, making mistakes, stopping in the middle and starting all over again. So, the cute girl that you’ve always liked, go talk to her; the world won’t stop if she says no.
Stage #3 – Independent Irresponsibility
From the point of view of someone in Stage #2, this seems like the best thing ever. As my dad likes to say, it’s the phase of the bird spreading its wings to move out of it’s nest. It seems like a dream. Let’s call this the honeymoon period. Nothing seems far off. All the things that we once ‘no’ are suddenly ‘yes’. Place to your own, check. No curfews, check. Cool things to do every weekend, check. I’d give it maybe a year, based on my experience.
Stage #4 – Independent Responsibility
This is the stage where I kept wondering why wars are so easy. It’s because they’re simple. You shoot some people, burn some empires loot some gold and that’s it. It’s the peace and the routine and doing the mundane everyday things that kill us. But still, there’s a sudden realisation of why we do what we do. Why being regular makes sense. It’s about doing the unexpected ever so ofter while having something that we can always come back to when the flags are all up. I know because I learnt from the best.
By the way, I’m assuming y’all know who Eleanor Rigby is.