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Whoa! Growing up!

Less of cribbing, more of accepting
Less of drama, more of practicality
Less of fights, more of shutting up
Less of waiting, more of moving on
Less of not talking on the phone, more of trying to
Less of holding on to something, more of letting go
Less of ice creams and chocolates, more of coffees
Less of T.V., more of books
Less of dreaming, more of facing reality
Less of receiving, more of giving
Less of material needs, more of finding the deeper meaning of life
Less of hatred, more of love
Less of me, more of us
Less of us, more of me
Whoa! Growing up!

Comments

Arpitha Holla said…
hey thts a really nice one..
take care.. :)
nice one...especially last two lines :)
oh ya, that's called gettin serious
Anish Patel said…
Aha... In the last post, you are an impatient teenager.... and see...now you are grown up... more wise now.....keep it up...
...Jitsy... said…
@Arpitha:
ur turning out to be a devoted commenter...i like..hehe...
neways jokes apart, thnx for the appreciation!!!!!! means a lot!!!!
:)
...Jitsy... said…
@Born Individualist: last two lines- ironical!
thnx newys
:)
...Jitsy... said…
@Crzy Diamond: growing up!!!!!
i don't know how long dat'll happen.....like anish says, i'm impatient..and most of all, i'm a teenager!....random moodswings!...but yeah, these things seem kinda permanent!
:)
...Jitsy... said…
@Anish: the impatient teenager is growing up soooo fast, eh?
jus hope dis doesn't change....
but one small confession: growing up & maturity are soooo soooooooo overrated and boring!!!!!!!
Anish Patel said…
yup... don't know about overrated but ya, my friends found me boring nowadays.... :( ...... says I m mature now after my daughter's birth n more so boring... can't help it...
Kell said…
"Less of fights, more of shutting up"


True, true, true.
...Jitsy... said…
kell:
takes a lot of self-restraint :P

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