Another chance, just another chance...

As a kid, I always wanted to grow up. I thought college and work would be more fun than going to school in an olive green tunic and white blouse with a school bag on my back and a water bottle slung across my shoulders. I still remember the fantasy lands that my sis, friends and I created as kids imagining ourselves to be working. We called it ‘Office Office’. Now, don’t ask me why the double office. I guess saying office twice helped us believe that we were actually enacting a future real-life situation

Now, getting back to the point, I always wanted to grow up. I wanted to finish school and get to college and then was always looking forward to finish college to start work. Looking back at those twenty odd years of my life, I feel like a moron. How could I ever want to grow out of my childhood? How I wish I could relive all those years? There are so many things that I would like to do better, so many things I wish I hadn’t done, so many people with whom I could have dealt differently and lots of things I would like to do again.

I remember when I was in my final year of graduation, a group of friends sat down and we were reminiscing about our initial years in college, our reaction to certain issues and our immaturity. We believed that we had matured over four years of college, not sure if that is true, though! Now, when my mind wanders to that conversation, I wonder, why can’t I get another chance? A chance, to revisit those situations, to handle them with more maturity; yet, another thought pops into my mind. Why do we always look back at years gone by? Is it so difficult for us to live days as they come by?

I guess, the answer lies in the fact that there is a road taken and a road not taken. Our decision to travel in a particular path is influenced by many factors. Sometimes, emotions have a role to play or it could be practical reasoning or just because it is a road already traveled. However, we are pulled back to old memories and situations because we speculate, as an after thought, the consequence of traversing through the ‘road not taken’. The itch, to relive those moments is nagging as our mind delivers more beautiful results when we enact the role play that never happened. Well, can we do anything about it? I don’t know but all that I can say is:

“Give me some sunshine, Give me some rain; Give me another chance, I wanna grow up once again!!!”