Going Through the Motions

   
        What is living, usually when people ask me 'How's life" , my  almost always answer is  "I'm just here, Breathing". Well, because it's true I am, just here,....Breathing. and no I'm not contemplating anything drastic. It's just the usual. On my bus ride to school I began thinking of the day sixth formers put on their old lower school tunics for the last time before exams, marking the end of their seven years of trials and tribulations. I've long anticipated this day, it's literally the highlight of my school year, so as I descended from the bus I began thinking about my hairstyle for that day and decided that I'd go back to my usual cornrows that I rocked in primary school and first form, in my usual manner my thoughts trailed off and I began thinking about how much I've changed since primary school and I came to realize that I've literally just gone through the motions in high school and I can hardly distinguish any difference from my then self to the present me. I think I wanted to grow up so much that I simply skipped out all the years .
   
   
      I've been counting the years to leaving high school since I've known myself, 2016 has always been  a thing for me because I knew what my intentions were for the year. My life basically revolves around school, makes you wonder why I'm not extremely involved, however the thing is, I don't revolve around WORK,  I do things as I please and go about my life, it may not be the best method and I probably should place more effort and interest into what I do (I'm working on it)  but in the meantime the question on my mind is, how much different should you be from the 11 year old you to the present 18 year old or older?  This may seem silly or maybe most persons weren't aware of themselves as much as I was at such a tender age, but I think it's something to think about, has there been any change in attitudes, values, and just overall personality or have they developed and become more profound.

Sidenote:
(Today , I noticed a lot of younger children in the town area and I came to the conclusion that it must be the annual 'fair' that primary schools have been hosting since forever. While waiting in line at KFC , to receive my order the child in front me held two tickets , 254 and 257 (I know this because I'm observant) and she was so excited when she received both orders within less than a minute of each other, she turned to her friend with eyes popping out their sockets and a gaping mouth, her friend then bounded gleefully and nodded her approval as well. I watched them in irritation, then immediately calmed down because I realized that if this was 7 years ago I'd be that same girl, excited about something that doesn't matter and just happy about some "exciting, wonderful" news to tell about my luck, then another revelation hit and I realized that fast forward 7 years to the present , where I stood, I'd still be that girl. I still am that girl, that girl who beams with delight when she catches a glimpse of the simplest movement or a spark of luck that just so happened to be in her favour . So who am I to be irritated with the child's behaviour when her behaviour mimics mine)

TwistedM