The hardest part about growing up…

To me, the hardest part about growing up is growing apart from those people you were always closest to. As we get older responsibilities creep in, people fall in love, interests change and people grow a part.

The one side of my bedroom wall is covered with pictures of those I hold closest to my heart. It’s filled with my favourite memories and people. When I woke up this morning, I found myself staring at all the pictures – the people – stages of my life; some new faces, some reoccurring faces and some faces that faded away.

I’ve always been blessed with the most amazing friends. And there are so many people that I miss.

But I guess part of life is growing up; cherishing, changing and expanding your circle of friends. The important part is that we remember to make time for EVERYONE that is special to us, never forget who was there for us and hold the happy memories close to our hearts.

“There comes a time in your life when you realise who matters, who never did, and who always will. So don’t worry about the people from your past, because there is a reason they didn’t make it to your future.”

KOL ♡

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Not all who wander are lost.

Many people just go through the motions and get through each day because it’s mandatory. People grow up with their lives planned out for them – school, varsity, job, marriage and then kids…

But what if we chose to take a different path? Our own one. I’m not saying that we should all drop out and see where our new found freedom takes us. I’m simply saying that it’s okay not to have it all figured out. It’s okay to just… ‘wing it’.

Sometimes in life you have to wander around and take a few detours before you find your true purpose. Often the beauty of life hides behind the detour that you didn’t plan on taking.

Some of us wander by choice;  it teaches us, it strengthens us and it brings us wisdom that can only come with experience.

 

“All that is gold does not glitter,

Not all those who wander are lost;

The old that is strong does not wither,

Deep roots are not reached by the frost.

From the ashes a fire shall be woken,

A light from the shadows shall spring;

Renewed shall be blade that was broken,

The crownless again shall be king”

–       J. R. R. Tolkien