I cannot say I agree with any of these theories, nor have I had one moment that shifted me from doe-eyed girlhood to jaunting realism. Yes, there have been adventures that projected illusions of adulthood. The menarche, mimicking the Tamil ceremony of Sri Lanka. The cliche of …show more content…
I keep a necessary balance between cynicism and my everlasting nostalgia of viewing the world how I did when my biggest woes were the grass stains on my lace socks. It has become my objective to keep my sincerity throughout my maturation.
It's possible to be socially aware, yet deliberately naive
My second time reading The Catcher in the Rye, I realized that Holden transitions from a martyr of childhood to a sentimental realist by considering Phoebe’s perspective of hope. We want to preserve our virility in a museum, and see where the ducks go once they’ve entered the winters of concreteness. But, we could look at this through the tender eyes of Phoebe Caulfield, wearing her blue coat, in a cyclical movement on the carousel, voyaging between innocence and corruption. Keeping an equilibrium, and knowing that everything will be safe in adulthood.
I’ve chosen to theorize with Phoebe, in my old raincoat, going around and around. Going from awareness to innocence daily.
And trust me. I’m so goddamn