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Shades Of Growth


 And just like that we grew up 

From playing in our verandas to managing a whole new life alone ,that's growth

From being used to the conventionalized experience of formal education to managing a whole lot of cultural, social, intellectual and personal transition on your own ,that's growth  

Something just completely changed your life but you  have to accept and go on, that's growth

Sometimes change is scary ,but change is growth

You start having new perspectives about stuffs ,that's growth

Hoping and continue to do out of the box things to prove yourself how strong you are ,that's growth

From just being insecure about your flaws to accepting and carrying them with grace as your imperfections make you unique, that's growth

Breaking out of your comfort place and getting involved in different ,new and unexplored parts of society ,that's growth

From being carefree at times to being responsible for all the decisions you make in your life alone ,that's growth

From being extremely excited about something to getting a reality check but still being modest about it, that's growth 

From relying on someone for everything to not caring about other people's opinion and prioritising yourself, that's growth

Understanding that there's always something unexplored and something new to learn and having passion to explore every genre ,that's growth

Maybe there's someone not resonating with your thoughts but being ok with it as people will have different opinions , that's growth 

You might not feel like working on something but still motivating yourself to do it anyways, that's growth 

There are moments when you feel very low or giving up on something but keeping yourself calm and content to stay there and do it, that's growth 

Not everyone comes to stay but some come and go just to help you grow 

Teaching your heart to take disappointment even from the people you love, that's growth

From doubting yourself to respecting your opinion, that's growth 

Understanding that being truthful is more beautiful than being a people pleaser, that's growth 

From just seeing the negative side in every situation to getting out of it and taking away something positive to improve, that's growth

Understanding the fact that many will come to take benefits from you but you should set your limits as not everyone deserves your vibe, that's growth 

Above all this knowing what you want ,how to act, whom to talk and setting your priorities with you on top of it, that's growth 

Belong to yourself first before belonging to others

And that's how we grew up!!!

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  1. Shambhavi Raj Singh6 October 2024 at 00:27

    That's the most beautiful and most near to my soul and our belonging to our roots thing. It's so real to have that reflection. Amazing! my most appreciative lady,keep going and I love u❤️❤️

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