The thing with growing up is, you begin to realise... you aren't special. You aren't going to rattle authorities and topple governments one day. You aren't going to invent something amazing or discover something magnificent. You aren't going to change lives of millions or set a new path for generations to follow. It's realizing that most of your time is going to be spent on chairs... in offices and restaurants and roadside stalls... discussing those who make a difference. It's realising that you will not be spending your life travelling the globe. A week long annual family vacation is all you can afford... financially and with respect to time. It's realising that the spike in price of onions and flour will bother you more than the fall in price of a luxury car. Growing up is seeing the magic fade before your eyes. It is witnessing the fall of a dream... bit by bit. It is silently accepting defeat... just to retain peace. Growing up is being tired. Growing up... is looking forward to the end... of everything.