Is it normal this is growing up?
It seems like the way other people talk about growing up, they say things like "When I got a car/went to college/got my first real job."
But in the past few years (I'm an undergrad now), I've noticed another type of growing up in myself, I think. What I mean is, I've come to realize things. No, I'm not trying to sound "profound" or "deep," I'm only trying to explain what I've been realizing.
When I was little (or even in high school), I rarely, if ever, thought about death, aging, disease, suffering, sorrow, anything like that.
But now I've been reading stories, hearing things about these topics...
I feel like I'm waking up . I feel like I'm growing up.
When I was younger, I heard about death and thought "Yeah, well, that's never going to happen to me." Actually, yes, it obviously will. The way it will to everyone.
I used to be in my own little world. When I was very little, of course I wasn't troubled by these things. My whole world was my parents and sibling and our backyard and I don't remember too much but it must've been great.
Then, even in high school, I was in this world of school-home-study (repeat).
It's not like any profound tragedy has occurred to me to make me grow up this way. But somehow I became aware of the reality. And now I feel completely overwhelmed by it. There is no escaping -- this is how the world really is, and I'm having a hard time dealing with it. Seriously, how am I supposed to focus on regular life if my head is filled with thoughts about death, grieving, suffering, etc.?
All I think is why? Why does all this shit exist? I'm kind of at a loss. Where do I even go from here?
And no, I don't spend all day thinking about this (I am a full time student with a job), but whenever I'm not busy, and it's quiet, I dwell on this.
IIN?