I want to know why we are taught to believe that being an adult is such a privilege. What’s the right of passage that is so grand in adulthood? Is it the endless menial job? The struggle to pay bills? The realization that food and toilet paper doesn’t magically appear? The proof that there is no cleaning fairy? What exactly makes being an adult so grand and great? What makes us as children or teenagers constantly say we can’t wait to grow up?
As my life seems to be getting more complicated, I can’t help but to ponder these thoughts and questions. I would love to go back in time and relive my childhood, to soak up every once of not having to be responsible for anyone or anything. Now that, sounds like happy ending!
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