How it is like crushing your passion for something for the sake of the others? Haven't you gone through a phase where you want to follow your passion,chase your dreams but is helpless? Don't you find yourself trapped when you can't do something you are good at and doing something and doing it for the sake of others,society. Well it is what we say harshness of life,where a person becomes helpless and have to submit to the barbarity of life where one just can't complain and remorse,it is when the heart replenishes with rage and thrives with agitation as to what one should do and what one is doing. Well,'Welcome,you are welcome' to the world of adults when you turn eighteenth and you crush your dreams for the sake of others,it is the phase of maturity. If you are one of them 'Congrats that you are eighteen and already mature'. When I talk of maturity and age,I'm suddenly reminisced of Shakespeare's poem 'All world's a Stage' which talk of seven stages of man's life (age) but in today's world,if you refer to the poem,you will question whether in today's world maturity comes after 5th age? (PS,if you try to put yourself in my shoes,you'll somewhere understand). Well,today's generation,the youth have already become mature enough to do justice and that justice is an unfair justice where they already become feeble and submissive to the society and crush their dreams for the sake of others.

I know what I may have written,it may either leave you questioned and perplexed as to what I'm trying to convey or it will surely leave you ridiculed as to why and why on earth am I exaggerating,emphasizing and elongating this very topic which may or may not make sense according to you but its the innermost feelings that lie in my heart and replenishes with rage when things go out of their way and don't seem to work for me. I often question myself, 'What am I doing in my life and why?' and 'Why have I turned so grave'?' which I wasn't used to be. I used to be as chirpy as anything and full of life but what is that which has made me so grave that even the jokes often fail to make me laugh but I rarely laugh and when I do it,its really may have been hilarious. I do see people around me full of life and chirpiness with a tinge of boldness and rebel. I often wonder and keep wondering,why have I changed and what have changed me so badly turning me the gravest of them all and