Growing Up…

Another time, once again — a full circle, a karmic debt to close?
An end of an era, or the beginning of a new book incoming?
Who knows? But definitely, when this prefrontal cortex developed, something shifted — or maybe completed.
I felt the full stop in its entirety. This is not yet another comma.

Where one destination ended, a new one began. Will this be forever —
the chase, the adrenaline, the summers and winters of life?
I think this is what captures the colour palette of the circle of life.

Some growing up left to do —
Changes are coming,
So many, one by one:
Professional, personal, familial.

Who do I choose to grow up to be?
Do I grow up again now?
And if I do, what do I choose to become this time?

Awareness — this time — got us.
The luxury of choosing.
What a joy — to choose and not fall into the traps
of the subconscious and old habits.

What do I choose to be this time?
Wise? Old? Angry?
Can I co-exist in all the epiphanies of life —
Create a new ecosystem of my own?

What do I choose this time?
Rant and flow —
Choose decisively, and follow through with discipline.

When everything falls apart,
Is it for me to see what never existed?
Or to create space for what now wants to grow?

Do I, this time, become a person of my own?
Or a culmination of the circumstances and curveballs life threw,
The cards I was dealt?

What do I become again, at 27?
Now that I am a lawyer,
Now that I’ve passed two Mahadashas —

I think life gives you a chance to grow up again,
To become again —
Just the way they asked us once, at 7:

What do you want to become?