The day you realise you are an adult

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I just love to ramble, hence this section labelled ramblings. It’s just something that I wanted to write about and share with 1-2 guys who are reading this blog. Ok so back to the topic of discussion, when did I realise that I am an adult? What is the definition of an adult? For me being an adult means that you are independent, you can live by yourself and be responsible for your own life. Of course parents will always want to help you anyways, but being adult is about standing on your own feet.

I remembered when I got my first job, and rent a flat with a few friends. It is not that far from home, but still, that’s the moment when I realise that I am an adult and I have to do things on my own. It is different life compared to school life or university life. To sum it all up, this poem If by Rudyard Kipling. I rarely read poems, but this one is truly a really inspiring and explains what adulthood and maturity is all about

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream — and not make dreams your master;
If you can think — and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: “Hold on!”

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings — nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And — which is more — you’ll be a Man, my son!

 - Rudyard Kipling-

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