Growing up sucks, but it’s beautiful at the same time.
It’s taken six years of making calculated risks to realise
getting live without limits tattooed on my leg was naive.
Not because we should limit our experiences to life,
but because the older I get,
the more I have to lose.
I guess growing up sucks, but it’s beautiful at the same time.
I don’t get as many happy birthdays from friends as I used to.
Every year I’m watching my nan’s handwriting get worse.
And my parents aren’t together anymore.
They’ve moved on and they’re happy now.
So I guess growing up sucks,
but it’s beautiful at the same time.
I still don’t like the amount of moles I have on my body
and the way my face has changed shape the older I’ve gotten.
But I found someone who accepts me for me.
So I guess growing up sucks,
but it’s beautiful at the same time.
I still get scared at the idea that I might go into my 30s
without having bought a house
and climbed the stable career ladder.
But I’d know I’d rather try and fail
than spend the rest of my days questioning
what if I’d gone for it? I moved 180 miles away from the people I love,
started a business,
and now I share the parts of me that are most vulnerable
online to the world.
Maybe I was naive to not think about having more to lose
the older I got. When getting that tattoo.
But every calculated risk I’ve taken so far has paid off,
and I’m excited at the idea of taking more.
So I guess growing up sucks,
but it’s fucking exciting at the same time.