Benefits Of Growing Up

The Woes of Growing Up Everyone knows that being young means being naive about certain parts of life. Most children can't wait to get older, to be more mature, and to have unlimited freedom. Of course, adults also encourage maturity and growth. Growing up is always glorified, but I don't think that maturing is as grand as some people might say. Throughout my own experiences, I've found that the perfect optimism of my youth isn't what it used to be. When I look a little closer at who I used to be and who I am now sometimes I can barely recognize myself. One of my first major changes was my opinion on my future career. My ideal career was one of the most generic adolescent dream jobs; A doctor. I used to think about how amazing it would

I never knew just how much I would actually hate that profession. I can't stand being around sick people, I freeze up in chaotic or messy situations, I'm not good with children, and I would hate the vigorous education program. Over time, other jobs became unappealing for the same reasons. Gradually, my dreams of becoming an acclaimed doctor didn't matter as much anymore. My dream about my big, beautiful, and bright career slowly seemed less achievable because of what it involved, and exactly how I would get there. That's just the first example of how my optimistic thoughts would eventually become realistic, and unfortunately more

We developed different interests, we made new friends, and we drifted apart. As for my first crush, well that didn't last so long. I no longer look at new friendships as potential life-long adventures. I no longer look at my relationships as the definition of love when I've only known them for a few months. Now that I've had a reality check I know that not every friendship lasts, not every relationship works, and not every person is special. Those were some of the hardest lessons to learn, and I owe my new outlook on relationships to the wonders of maturity. It became apparent that maturity was really changing me when my ideal lifestyle changed completely. I thought when I was in my twenties I would get married, have children, and live in a big beautiful apartment in the city. I was convinced I would live the perfect textbook life that every happy person lived. Needless to say, I feel quite different now. At the moment, I don't believe there is an ideal time to get married, I don't think I want children, and I can't stand the thought of living in the city. At this point, the perfect image of my future is completely