Adulthood

I don't know how it is to be an adult. It just feels like losing something slowly. Thinking back a few years ago, I don't know, if it is different or not. My contacts where different, the colors I have seen then were different. I went back to see those places, but they looked different. I tried to phone those old friends, and they picked up the phone after a long period of time. It was good hearin g their voices again. We arranged a meeting at a coffee shop. It looked like everybody needed this and I was looking forward to that day to come.

We had a lot of highballs and talked about our happenings since we didn't meet. How I waited that moment to see those faces! But as we stood at the table and laughed at George's stories, who always had an amusing story in his pocket, I looked at them, and I felt that something was missing. I don't know exactly what, maybe the lineaments deepened. Or just those yes shined differently. I remembered when we met every day and talked about life and talked about our joy and pain. Those same eyes looked at me differently at that time. I miss the innocence of those times. The faces assorted with the looks gave me the impression of loss. I am trying to realize what happened then, why we have lost contact. But I can't remember. Slightly the spontaneity disappeared from the team, and few forgot to surprise each other with our presence. Surprisingly, everyone got married and built a family.

We fell in the adulthood without knowing what that is. I just began to observe that the tasks are much more difficult. And my sister's kids go to school and they ask other questions that they used to. Sometimes I asked myself how old am I? I didn't know the answer. I looked into the mirror and the face that looked back wasn't the same I was used to. Okay, the pimples disappeared and I have to shave myself every day. Yes, that is a change. I finished college. Some years have passed. So what?

But when you get up in the morning and you have to check your agenda to know how to organize your dayÉ I guess that is when I realized that those years of innocence have gone. It wasn't easy to pass the border of childhood. But how is to be an adult? I don't know. I have to ask my father, or my friends. Maybe they heard something about it.