When I was a child, I talked like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. When I became a {Wo}man, I put the ways of childhood behind me
The day I became an adult was not a special day. It was not even a particularly beautiful day.
I did not become an adult because I turned a certain age, or got a certain job, or even birthed a certain pint sized present.
The day I became an adult was the day that I decided that life would no longer be lived from the outside of me. It would be lived through action. Action as the manifestation of dreams through God’s special gift of life- so it will not be wasted.
Life is not to be wasted focusing on lost opportunities, lost dreams, lost loves and lost innocence. Life is to be lived through work of our hands, the salt of our tears, and the pain of our broken hearts because the life itself is a gift that is to be used for the betterment of the spirit of oneself and others.
The day I became an adult, I put childish ways behind me. I no longer cried when I didn’t get my way, or pout when the game wasn’t fair.
I decided to fight.
I decided to fight for the gift that was given to me despite my not asking for it. I decided to leave ways of the unloved, the broken , and the despairing behind me. Pity has no place in my present. I have decided that my presence is a present to those around me because I will make it so.
To be an adult is to make hard decisions. Decisions that hurt us, decisions that hurt others, and decisions that are costly. Yet, to be an adult is to also be a guide, a beacon, a protector of those who cannot as easily do for themselves. In having to make those decisions and live with them, I have learned that they do not define me. I define me, and to allow anything less than that is a disservice to myself, my creator and my ancestors who decided to fight their way through adulthood as well.
I leave you all with this. When was the day you became an adult? How do you define adulthood?
Best in Love.
T's Spot 