The ceiling thoughts.

The other day I was sitting in my bed, staring at the ceiling and just thinking. Very usual. I was thinking about my teenage years. I was thinking about all the phase. Everybody goes through them. They’re pretty nasty and unavoidable.

When you turn 13, everything seems so new. Probably because it IS new. You suddenly want to do things that ‘old’ people do. You explore your options. People say that what you do during your graduation defines your life, I say, THIS is the real time. This is when you’re the most innocent, the most vulnerable. If you get through this phase clean, your life would be as pure as love. Avoiding things or staying away/not being fully aware of the ‘wrongs’ as some people would call them, is not the solution. This is the time when you form, your own opinions, start questioning your beliefs, start defining your limits, start defining your principles and start forming a whole new set of ‘wrongs’. The trial and error age. The most interesting age I say.

After that, comes the 16th birthday. And things still remain the same, you’re still trying and learning, except, feelings get involved during this time. I know people fall in love at 13 too, but that doesn’t last too long. Sixteen is the purest age when it comes to love. Teenagers start thinking with their respective sex organs during this time. Everything is just extreme. Your self image is very sensitive, fragile and even one heartbreak can make you suicidal. You try to define your style, your likes, your dislikes and most importantly yourself. A very interesting age still, but the hardest to cope up with. On one hand, you have all that studying to do and that shit load of homework and all the pressure of choosing the right career and on the other hand, you fall in love with someone who is absolutely not interested in you. And you, being the inexperienced brat you are, start blaming your looks, your way of talking, all your possible internal and external features and try to change. OR you just become an egotistic bastard who stops believing in love. That’s exactly what happened with me, but more on that later. Anyhow, most of the people who take the first road end up being someone they aren’t, and the people of the second lot, just end up being unhappy. So basically, being a teenager isn’t a very happy process. This is also the age when “oh nobody gets me” is a common phrase.

Then comes the “oh-I’m-going-to-be-an-adult” excitement. Which dies after 24 hours, trust me. The only good part about being an adult is being able to do stuff without your parents eyeing you all the time. And partying. Booze seems normal at this age. It’s the age of amendments, I say. Whatever mistakes you made in the past, you try to change that cause by now you’ve reached half way through the process of self discovery. There are going to be a thousand people that you’d want to eliminate from your life. Sometimes even your best friend. It’s not the kind of phase where you can tell yourself, “oh, it’s just a phase, it’ll pass”, because it won’t. Till the time you don’t make those amendments. The sooner you organize things, the happier you’ll be. It’s all very complicated, but it really just BECOMES easy.

The rest, I’m yet to figure out.

All my Love.