Growing up is tough.
You need to improvise every single day. There’s no instruction manual, no chicken soup for the soul… it’s all ramen. It’s like you know what you need to do, what the right path is, but the process of realizing it and coming to terms with it is a whole different story.
It’s easy to lose perspective or lose sight of the road when there are so many distractions around you, so many other lives around you happening simultaneously. It can be scary, and I’m not saying that just because it’s almost Halloween.
You learn to smile and talk to people, lives connect and your network of people grows every day. But at the end of the day, who’s there for you? Who will come help you kill an unidentified bug at your apartment, who will help you choose that gift you can’t decide on, who will happily receive all of your careless selfies, who will answer the phone when stress overwhelms you?
As we grow up we become more like social butterflies, we fly around all colorful meeting people all over. But think about it, butterflies don’t live that long.
Who’s gonna be there at the end of the day?
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Aw, this sounds like it was written by a fellow introvert 🙂
More or less 🙂 I can be pretty social and outgoing, but not like an aimless butterfly. Thanks for the follow!
Fa sho 🙂 And hey I still like a little socialization… I just have to claw my way back to my cave to recharge.