11 September 2022

To grow up

Life is strange.
When you're a child, you long for adulthood and when you're an adult, you long for the uncomplicated childhood. It is like we can never be satisfied where we are, but always long for something else, the life you left behind or the life you're dreaming of.

I've never felt like an adult, even after I became one by law and tradition. It has always been the thing I have been waiting for - the magic moment when I would lay down my youthful mind and take my place among the serious adults.

But time passed - I turned 20 - and no sign of it. 25 - and the same happened. 30 - shouldn't it have happened by now?

Next year I am turning 35 - and my newfound goal is not to reach adulthood by the standard of others, but by my own. I am sick and tired of feeling like a fraud! I am as good an adult as any others, and if that includes singing in the shower, getting tattoos, collecting owls and corsets, writing horrible poetry, loving whomever I want and how many I want - so be it!

I choose this life!