We fuck up. we realize.
We hurt. we love.
We're still teenagers.
We're still learning.
Youth is changing now. Exactly one month later, technically, my teenage dream will be over. Over with the self sympathizing words of "twenty is pretty good too". Seven teen-ful years vanished in asteroid dust, with faded memories that might not last long. Only the sketches of pretty people, pretty places, pretty times.
I remember Teenage years had come with a lot of expectations; a big group of friends, sneaking out of house, late nights under the stars, getting out of the town, telling secrets, feeling what it's to fall in love for the first time, road-trips, dancing around, getting lost, endless chatter and the miracle list is long.
The reality on the other hand was bitter; staying in, school all day, homework all night, tiredness, bottled up feelings, feeling nothing close to the over-rated love, spending way too much time on internet and this list is long too.
^ ^ That is how I was feeling ten minutes back. After sulking, feeling depressed, and writing all of that, the sub-conscious levels kicked in an epiphany!
Dude! Yes, dude! Life is bitter-sweet. I and You and We did work all day and night, kept the feelings bottled up, spent wayyyy too much time facebooking, however, that wasn't only what past years were about. Apart from the delusional "love", I've a pretty huge group of friends (who according to a tarot game are the most awesome amongst my cousins, but later on that); the late nights under the stars on the terrace, dancing, sneaking, talking... and getting lost in beautiful places All Still Happens.
sigh, the great years have gone by. the better years lay ahead. I'm keeping my fingers crossed for twenty to do it's magic, bitter tears surely will turn sweet and the fire ...the celestial fire shall never die.
12:12 am. 2 December 2010
One whole month left to act like a lost soul walking happily wherever, everywhere.