Grown up. It's such a funny term. When do you exactly become a grown up? Is it when you graduate from high school? Is it when you get your driver's licence? Is it when you have your first beer at a legit bar? Is it when you get your first car?
If it is, then I'm not a grown up yet, ha, having only done two of the above things. The natural answer as to what a grown up is, of course, lies within what's in our mind and what's in our hearts. The way we go about things. When people say things like, you're a grown up now, it implies responsibility. And at this point of my life, I feel very responsible. I feel very responsible for myself.
I can't help but think that from here on end, the person I become in the next few years will more or less determine the kind of person I am in twenty years' time. As we grow older, we become greater creatures of habit, more self-righteous, more stubborn in our ways. We become more certain (and certainly more aware) of things around us, and therefore more sure of ourselves... and for many, there is little room for adjustment. We are what we are. Not to say that it's a bad thing... many grow older, wiser, better. Right now, I feel like there is still lots of room to improve... what do I want to be in twenty years time depends a lot on what I do now. Or is that too far fetched?
I want to hold on to this, this age of uncertainty, because I know it won't last forever. And make the most of it. Eventually I'll become a nagging, constantly dissatisfied old lady with grey hairs who thinks she knows the world like the encyclopaedia.