Some readers of this post may be able to recall that years ago there was a series of japanese animation namely Digimon Adventure (and of course all series of Digimon). It was an incredible story. In the series, it was told that a number of children should undergo a journey to save the world. In the process of their attempt bringing salvation upon the world, the children learned many things. They should wash away their fear facing dangers. They grew up from mere kids to the DigiDestined, the chosen saviors despite their age.
As the story went on, the children learned about courage, about trusting friends, about love and sincerity, about knowledge and curiosity, about honesty and purity of heart, and also about hope and kindness. They learned how to believe in the future, in miracle, in their own selves. They learned how to always look up and see the light in every darkness. The children protected and looked after each other. They also became best friends for life with their digimon partners and other digimons as well from digital world.
We can also find similar thing in Pokemon series. How the pokemon trainers and their pokemon partners ventured around the world, had trainings and then evolved, both the partners and the pokemons, becoming stronger in character and power. Or perhaps any of us have ever watched Mr. Peabody and Sherman, an american animation movie, that showed how both Mr. Peabody and Sherman experienced a journey by time-traveling letting themselves grow up, not only as father and son, but also as individuals.
Watching them, some of us may think how great that would be if we could also undergo such journey of life that could lead us to the better version of ourselves. We may start to believe that such adventure is exactly the pathways we need to walk through, not only because it's exciting, but because it brings salvation to our hopelessness.
However, life is neither a movie nor tv series, or at least it's a different kind of movie that requires full 24 hours per day as the scenes and with no break at all. Life is a long non-stop single episode that even the napping time is significant and can't be skipped away. Every second is a stage-act and there's no retake for every mistake.
The story development in life, even so, can't be expected to reach its climax and anticlimax quickly. The lessons aren't finished just in a mere summer holiday or even few years; they may never finish in fact. They require the long tale started by birth and ended by death to finally arrive in the climax & anticlimax simultaneously. The death-point is the only real examination for all the classes we take on every room of life.
The best of us cannot be extracted only in a glimpse of eyes. Our perception of time is too short compared to this universe's way; like how we live in it, we cannot evade its rule. The childhood offers different lessons from adolescence and adulthood. They are distinct in moments and processes, and also in the purposes we must attain.
It is a journey that requires patience, struggle, and perseverance. It is a process that demands us to contemplate our every motion and to be fully aware of our insight. Life is but a phase for this world to gain maturity and wisdom. It is experimental deeds full of knowledge coming from observation towards right and wrong, true and false, righteousness and mistakes.
Childhood may be chapter for us to learn about inquisitiveness, wonders, amazement, and beauties we've never expected. It is a moment we learn to understand about how vast the sky is, and the necessity to venture seeing the lands covered by such indefinite sky. We learn to realize the desire and ego of ours we push on everyone, and then we must let go and forgive; we learn how to stay jubilant, as if everyday were a birthday, although we cannot have what we desperately want and envy. It is lifetime of sincerity and pure honesty.
As the adolescent time comes, we start to realize about feelings, about the urge of friendship and love. We begin to treasure the individuals with no blood relation to us. We may also begin to understand about grief and joyfulness, about meeting and loss. While the childhood is full of dreams, the adolescence is full of the first attempts to keep and realize the dreams. It was also the moment when our hearts start to get apart with family members, but then we see how in the end family is always the home we return to, the shore we harbor. Adolescence is the very first door we open to truly see the world populated by diverse emotions and complexities.
Adulthood may be the longest and most bitter of all chapters we must devour. Our dreams and hopes are crushed by harsh reality. Our idealism becomes a joke and mockery to us. Hardships are exactly the only can be sighted no matter how far we try to see. However, it is the minute when all of our judgmental prejudice towards our parents and teachers, towards the celebrities in infotainment, towards every adult we see around us starts to fade. We finally understand the intricacy an adult must face. We finally get how full of dilemma the responsibilities should an adult shoulder. We see it ourselves that life becomes a misery as the adulthood strikes without warning, sneaking in without alarm like a ship gets wrecked by sudden storm. We're unready and unsteady.
Even so, adulthood allows us to finally tolerate other people's behaviour as we ourselves understand the feelings of theirs. When we set our feet on other people's shoes, we can understand things we never knew once. We learn to be more humane. It makes us reckon wrongness and failure as natural order. That way, we enrich ourselves by feeling of what other people feel, by looking closer through the windows of souls beneath. This is the phase when we finally can tolerate and understand our parents, our teachers, and other adults that have ever visited our lives.
As we grow older in adulthood, everything may also get complicated and difficult even more. This leaves us no choice but to recall our childhood memories when forgiveness and apology were very easy. We also have to remember how it was not to throw in the towel no matter twisty things have occurred, just like a baby who learns to walk. We wish we could return to the times of when we were young and happy, but then we learn to start accepting things as they are, especially knowing time won't repeat itself. Not to mention we won't be the same person we were anyway even if time could be reversed. We begin to forgive the world, to forgive the fate, and also ourselves.
Adulthood becomes chapter when we must start losing the physical strength and the mental courage, yet anyhow must stand even stronger despite the vulnerability. Slowly we are left behind by the pace of world, by the change of change, and we are surprised by how outdated our existences have turned into. The vanity we used to have about infinity is vanishing into mortality. One day, we are stranded in the shore of helplessness, becoming a burden for other beings, and all we are awaiting is death to pick us up.
Within the last hours of our breath, some of us may curve a smile upon the life we're about to leave, while some others regret in prayers instead. The long life full of assorted adventures in the end gives us only one colour of answer, a conclusion that not even the author of this literacy would be able to depict. It's funny and ironic how the embodiment of growth only shows itself right in the last moments of the heartbeat. And within that very last second, our consciousness may recite the hope and wish like the protagonists in movies or series passing down their wisdom to the audiences.
Finally, we realize how much we've changed a lot. We realize how far we've stepped forward and moved on. The adventure ends, and we bid adieu. All of the contemplative wisdom and knowledge we've deciphered will be carried on by the will of our next lives. Another journey is awaiting ahead; another gnosis is going to be discovered. Through the adventure, we evolve, time after time, again and again. Likewise, so does the world.
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