“Sometimes, growing up means growing apart.”
As a teenager, worrying over the slow pace of the growing up process and counting down the years to when I could begin to enjoy all that privilege that came with adult-ing, I never for once thought growing up may mean growing apart from some of my friends. I had no clue that growing up is a crazy business that would mean making choices and treading on paths that may cost me friendship(s) I thought would last forever. In the course of growing up, I’ve had to drift apart from friends who were very dear to me. Some, because we started to have different interest, acquire new knowledge, grow in different cities, and others, just because.
I had this friend, once upon a time. We connected on Facebook just after secondary school and grew really close, it was almost as if we were in a relationship. We would call and text each other all day long, and never ran out of things to talk about – telling each other things we wouldn’t tell anyone else, and discussing everything and anything. At the time, if I was asked who my best friend was, I would have mentioned her. The friendship was just so MAG, MAG-er than any I had with my other friends – online and offline. Then, she enrolled for A-level classes, and everything changed. It was the beginning of the end. She picked up new interests – fashion and makeup, made new friends, and didn’t particularly have time or feel like keeping in touch with me anymore. I tried to hold on, calling and texting, and at a point, it felt like I was forcing the friendship on her.
It took my getting admitted into the university and having my hands full with lectures and assignment, to accept that we were now treading different paths, and things couldn’t go back to the way they were. I was so busy with burying my heads in different books, aiming for the first class – my own version of growing up, I had no time to stalk get in touch. And she? Well, she was busy treading her own path too. At the end, I understood that it was okay for us to grow apart, and it didn’t in any way take away from the experience or memories we shared.
We all start as strangers, and sometimes, end that way too.”
I, recently, just made some amazing friends; and I desperately hope as we grow up (I don’t think we ever stop growing), we won’t grow apart. But I’m also aware that growing up, for me or them, may mean or cause us to grow apart. What to do? I’m shoving that knowledge aside, and enjoying my time with them.
Author’s Name: Sheedart
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Author’s Bio: I don’t know what I’m addicted to more: writing, reading or movie-ing. I’m a microbiologist with an hyperactive mind and a lot of time on my hands. Hi, I’m Sheedart, and it’s nice to meet you.
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