Adulthood

A friend recently finished reading my copy of The Catcher in the Rye. Of course, we didn't go without talking about it: the road to adulthood and all the crap that comes with it.

Lately I've been seeing/reading/hearing things about growing up. How it sucks, how it's excruciating, how it's just the worst. You know what, actually, maybe it does suck. But I think it's kind of beautiful how painful growing up can get. I mean, you get knocked down... and then you learn to stand up. It kinda tests how far you can go.

Sure, childhood is a dreamland for adults. I mean, the biggest problem you can have is how you're gonna sneak out of your grandma's house during nap time if you want to play outside. You're in a perfect little world. But as you grow older, you realize there is a whole other playground out there. And it's scary, and it's new, and it's different. And we're just scared to explore it because the journey is not always gonna be exactly how we see it. We don't know what's gonna happen, we don't know who we're gonna meet, and that's exactly what makes the unknown beautiful.

I don't know. Maybe I'm in the minority here, but that's how I see it.

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