Mr Hate Coffee
Veteran
I got a bunch of these in my bookmarks but I’m on mobile. Here’s a good one.
I never really wanted to grow up. It scared the shyt out of me frankly. I loved my childhood. The routine, the lack of stress, the constant playing, drawing with crayons because I liked drawing and doing what I liked had no effect on my ability to eat a meal that night. Believing in Santa Claus, using a sleeping bag on the stairs like a slide, taking a nap so I could stay up late and see Return of the Jedi in the movie theater, throwing a football to myself in my side yard for hours enacting some fantasy of my NFL potential. Growing up meant growing old which meant getting closer to death and that would keep me up at night.
Yet as Ive gotten older.....and older, the beauty of growing up is in the nuances of change. Feeling your first love, and the heartache that follows....driving a car for the first time, then having to fix it when it leaves you on the side of the road on the way to an important job interview....moving into your first place and then hating your roommates...watching the birth of your first child and then cursing them for not sleeping when you have to work in the morning. To me, that ebb and flow and constant change of feelings and seasons on ups and downs is really the definition of freedom. You have no real control. All you have are choices, experiences and outcomes. The beauty in this world is that your happiness is your decision and you can change your mind whenever you'd like.
I know not everyone grew up the same as I did, and I know some people have experienced a lot of hardships and struggles that I have never had to face, so I can't walk in those shoes, but ultimately you are to this world what you decide to be.