What does it mean to grow up? Does it mean to surrender your exhilarating hijinks and carefree demeanor? To submit to immeasurable tasks and worries? To succumb to misery? Because if that is what it means, I am going to put my foot down on this whole growing up business.
As I am starting to get older, I have developed this silly fear of growing up. I see adults around me and they all just seem so….astray in life.
Look at the grocery store, for example. Every time I go in there, I see mindless zombies milling around up and down the aisles throwing food in their carts. I know grocery shopping isn’t the most compelling activity on the planet, but it isn’t so gruesome as to etch pain on people’s faces. Never do I see any smiling faces. Sometimes I wonder if the people even have a pulse!
Little kids have A LOT of energy; they are always running around and giggling and causing some sort of mischief. Little kids are also passionate. Ask one about his or her “most favourite thing in the whole-wide universe and all the universes combined,” and I guarantee you will be there for hours as they babble on and on about it. I feel like this is what lacks in adults the most. I rarely meet an adult who is really ganho about something and is just bursting at the seams to share it with people.
I’m not sure if it’s because adults are too busy to enjoy themselves or if there’s nothing to enjoy about being an adult, but that’s what I fear most. I fear that I will grow up and not be able to have time for my hobbies and passions. I don’t want to be one of those workaholic adults who doesn’t take the time to enjoy life.
Growing up shouldn’t be giving up. It should be a balance of your past and your future. There are times when you have to act mature and serious to get work done, but there are also times when you can act like a child again. A fear of growing up is unfounded and straight up ridiculous: happiness never grows old.
— Nicole, 4.1.18