growing up scars you
it means having to accept things with no regret and learn not to feel
you become this giant tumor of everything that is bad and eventually harden into an unbreakable substance... because well, there's nothing left to break anyway.
you find out that the things you care about will not necessarily make life better or easier or make life worthwhile, they simply just define life itself.
growing up is just a montage of everything that's happened. it replays everything you've done and what everyone's done to you... and in the end it's all just painful. then you learn to accept that it's painful and you're not so bothered anymore. after all, what do others matter? there's only you. you die alone. i die alone. we all do. so what's the use?
we grow up and learn to appreciate each other, but only because the relationships you make and all the pleasant memories are just fillers, meant to be comforting. but not permanently. everything is fickle.
yeah, i know. it's depressing. i'm the purest form of pessimism.