Adulthood and Reality
By: Sanjivani Jha
Tags: Life, Truth, People, Reality, Adulthood

The world is constantly trying to paint a negative picture of reality for you and me.

You cannot escape it- right, You cannot hide its ugly truths -right, You cannot change it- wrong.

Time and again, people have tried to remind me that what I know/believe may be an illusion that perhaps I am naïve. But before calling my beliefs-childlike, I would like to explain myself.

The reality of the reality is, that it is self-altering. Imagine a thermostat altering itself to the temperature that you had previously decided for it. Similarly no matter how much you counter, but your mindset predetermines your reality.

As an illusion, the reality is also something you believe. The only difference is the sequence of events.

After an illusion breaks, you feel okay maybe now you are living in reality.

One overlooks the possibility of an illusion being succeeded by another, I feel reality can be an illusion itself.

You try to scare me with the worse, but what if I tell you that the worse has already happened, it just keeps unlayering itself.

So don’t you scare me with reality or adulthood.

I will not conform to the rituals of adulthood.

I have seen friends turning to just colleagues in this haze of adulthood.

I do not want to make an appointment to talk to my friend, if one is busy they will not pick up, call later or never. But I would like to choose impulse with friends and not use another metric to get to them. Don’t you get sick of procedures, who lays them, what makes you think I will follow a protocol in keeping relations, that would jeopardize the relation that I have with myself.

There is a fine line between being realist & being cynical and with adulthood, we often seem to cross that.

Reality is true, real and practical. But remember, it is something “likely” to happen, not “bound” to happen.

And if biochemistry runs the World, as Yuval Harari puts it. Then I would like to believe that exceptions exist, I will like to delude myself in believing that I might not be an example to many but at least an exception to some.

If adulthood and reality equate to being professional about everything, I prefer being blind.

A world where politicians and capitalists decide the value of human worth

A world where the same people cannot lift a piece of literature to read but will go ahead making policies that run a nation.

A world where I have to become formal to my friends

A world where reality sucks the potentiality out of you

A world where you need a pandemic to set things right

A world where you need a pandemic to change yourself

A world where you need a pandemic to appreciate books, literature, art, and entertainment

I would like to remain blind to that, and I am more than ready to deal with the consequences of my choice.

Reality might shake me, reduce me and break me, but I will still color.

I will not give up being myself, only because it does not overlaps with how life is.

Or your speculation on how it’s going to be

I would prefer being dreamy, delusional and dark

I would prefer to starve with my truths than to feed myself with your lies.

For, I have never tried to fit myself into man-made molds.

This post right here will gawk at me years later if perhaps I ever resign to the terms of both adulthood and reality.

I would want this post to give me ounces of regret, because regret brings changes, and changes bring you closer to yourself.