We all grew up in no time, in the blink of an eye. How I wish I could stop in time. Or probably make it go slow. It just feels like yesterday when we were scared of giving boards. And here we are today, scared of the word “marriage”. 

The whole week goes by in a hustle and the weekend seems to pass in a blink. There is just no full stop to it, only comas. The time to sit, relax and introspect seems like a distant dream. Adulting is way harder than it appeared to be. 

When we were kids, we couldn't wait to grow up. Now that we have, life is passing in a blur. Our parents are getting old, our fellows are getting married and having kids and I am just trying to figure out what am I supposed to do with my life. 

The fear of missing out, which was once at its peak has gone all grey now. No signs of it at all. Hustling each day, I don't know for what! To keep ourselves busy? Probably. 

Not being able to meet your best friends without proper planning for months at a stretch, even when you know it is meeting them that will work as your therapy. The truth hits really hard, right?  

I guess when you're in your late 20s, most of your expectations have gone dry, be it from your parents, partner or friends. You realize one thing, you are all you have. 

The fear that not only you are growing old, but your parents are too. It makes me want to spend every second with them, giving them everything they deserve. But will I ever be able to become their perfect child? No, but striving to be better each day for them has been my goal lately. 

Among so many things, my biggest fear remains: losing myself. Standing in between this chaos, fearing I might lose myself, my spark. What a bubbly girl I was, now all that remains is a girl who wakes up goes to work, tries to manage her relationship, tries to lessen the stress of her parents, trying to be a good sibling and a great friend.

In the end, I just wonder, what about the bubbly girl? I hope I get to meet her in my daughter, and I promise I would not lose her the next time.