Growing up is bittersweet and it’s not just the things you read about in your biology textbook. It’s not sepia, not dull and faded and it’s not quite black and white either, nothing about it is that easy. Growing up is the deep purples and soft browns. It’s the scars from falling off your bike. It’s the smell of your bookshelf and the dark grey clouds that linger outside and sometimes inside. It’s about learning to let go, and how to hold on. There is always fear there, the fear of growing up, and it creeps up on you sometimes. I don’t think growing is something anyone ever stops, but growing up might be letting the fear reside, becoming less naïve and realizing that things don’t last forever. It all goes hand in hand. Everyone looks forward
