growing-up
I have tagged 2 blog posts with growing-up:
Charging Ahead: Mastering the Art of Self-Reliance on the Journey of Adulthood
As I sit on this comfortably warm morning commute, a satisfying 7 degrees gleaming from the outside, the rhythm of the rail tracks reverberating through the metal beast that is my daily ferryman, I find my thoughts drifting towards the concept of growing up. It's a complex myriad of emotions, tasks and responsibilities that are far removed from the innocent and simple days of childhood.
Growing up, much like this train ride, is a journey. One moment you're a dependent child in need of guidance, then you're an adolescent grappling with identity crises and before you know it, you're an adult shouldering responsibilities, independently navigating the labyrinth of life. It's fascinating, overwhelming and exciting, all at the same time.
But amidst the fast-paced progress, what gives me immense satisfaction is mastering the art of self-reliance. Just like maneuvering the ways of this urban maze, self-reliance is the key to survival and growth in adulthood. It comes in different forms and varying degrees, manifesting as simple as carrying a power bank.
As seemingly mundane as it sounds, using a power bank is symbolic of the self-reliance that I adore. It's a silent reassurance that you won't be left in the lurch with a dead phone. A beacon of hope when your device is gasping for a digital breath. It's about foreseeing potential issues and having a contingency plan in place – a skill that's particularly useful as we transition to adulthood. We evolve from the vulnerability of dependence to the empowering realm of independence, and in that journey, every power bank, every little tool or skill we acquire that allows us to stand on our feet, is a win.
This brings to mind the bit of technical jargon I came across in a news article today, albeit out of context, it bears relevance to my train of thought. It talked about how a part of an HTML code doesn't contain the content to summarize, but it's still an essential cog in the wheel that makes the webpage function. Much like tiny puzzle pieces that fit into the large complex jigsaw of our lives, every little step we take towards self-reliance, even as simple as carrying a power bank, is critical in our growth.
In the grand scheme of things, the journey of growing up, with all its highs and lows, joys and sorrows, accomplishments and failures, independence and interdependence, is a beautiful process. One that continually molds us, shapes us, and readies us for the world. It is the journey that counts, the stops and stations are only fleeting, It's the train ride that matters the most.
So, here's to growing up, the power banks of our lives and mastering the art of self-reliance. I'll continue to write, learn, evolve, love, laugh, grow and most importantly, enjoy the ride. Can't wait for the journey ahead! Today's mantra: Embrace growth. Cherish self-reliance. Enjoy life.
Chasing Maturity: A Train Journey Through the Landscape of Growing Up
As I sit here on this cold, dreary Norwegian morning, the train humming beneath me, I find myself sinking into thoughts of growing up. The temperature outside is a chilling 13 degrees. Sure, it's not freezing, but its bite has a way of permeating through you, seeping into the marrow of your bones, an echo of winter's bite. From my small, foggy window, the world goes by in greyscale - ribbons of iron and stone cutting through the raw, open landscape.
Growing up, in essence, is an ambition aspirated by every young soul before it even understands its full implications. We hastily strive to reach a point of self-governing independence, of wisdom, of understanding. We yearn to leave behind the naïve simplicity of youth and grasp the complexities of maturity. Almost as though in a trade-off, we relinquish the soft pillow of innocence for the sturdier mattress of awareness.
Take, for instance, the swivel of affairs in far-off Dagestan. After reading a somber news article on NRK during my early morning browsing, I was served a daunting reality check. It spoke of vile attacks on innocent lives, a stark portrayal of the world beyond my tiny, meticulously curated existence. As a journalism student, it's disturbing and emotional to read such articles. Lives lost...lives changed forever. It is a moment of profound sorrow, yet it serves as a powerful reminder of the breadth of human struggle.
The infractions of such acts stir whirlwind emotions, yet their existence is integral to our understanding and evolution into resilient beings. This part of growing up, the acceptance of harsh reality, is unpleasant, yet it lends the greatest life lessons. The essence of our bloom from children into adults is not only marked by physical growth but also by the deepening creases of understanding, imprinted by the pressing iron of reality.
Growing up also means adapting to life's shifting gears. An aid to my adaptation process, and notable mention in these transient reflections, is my ever-faithful powerbank. This reliable companion has been a silent supporter during those long train rides to Oslo, ensuring my phone, my music, my solace, never shuts off. More than just a simple device, it’s a metaphor for resilience, a token of constancy in a world always on the move, just as we are while growing up.
Growing up, then, is like this train journey – a transition, an evolution, and sometimes, a tug of war between the past and the future. All the while, we move on, leaving behind a trace of what we were, but carrying with us the core of who we are. Even in the face of harsh winds of reality, our wheels do not stop. They merely adjust to the different rails that life lays in front of us, leading us into the uncharted territories of adulthood.
But today, the melancholy is too poignant to ignore. As I sit here on my train towards the bustling city of Oslo, it is unavoidably apparent that the passage from childhood to adulthood can often feel like less of a graduation, and more of a mourning. A mourning for the loss of innocence and the gain of awareness - a bittersweet trade indeed.
As mournful as this train ride may be, my mind now is filled with the gratitude of growth. For though it comes with harsh winds, it also brings resilience, understanding, and wisdom. And as I gaze out the window to that weather-beaten landscape racing by, I realize this train ride, like my journey towards adulthood, is a beautiful one. And it's all worth it.