There is no such thing as an adult… just grown kids.
Well that explains a lot. I have often wondered where my mental maturity is. As a kid, I was surrounded by grownups. Confident and calm folk that just had it together.
Their childhoods were a distant memory. They understood the world around them. They never got scared, they were untouchable. They were what childhood prepared you for…adults. Being your own boss. Having all the answers. They were completely different people, to the children and teens they used to tell us all about. I thought that’s what happened to everyone.
I’m still waiting. I feel the same as I did in my teens. In my mind and heart, I’m still right there; just with 20 plus years experience! I’m an adult in appearance but still just a kid, trying to figure it all out on the inside.
I still get scared, still get hyperactively excited, still get bored and still throw the odd strop. I don’t have all the answers and the world around me is still confusing. Does everyone feel this way? Did the adults back then just wing it too?
I think I am ok with being a giant child. Especially during the times when being an adult completely blows! I don’t want my daughter to grow up too fast either and I also hope a part of her never grows up.
I’m not talking about immaturity and ignorance, just being young at heart. We all apparently have an inner child and mine is truly wonderful. Curious, kind, anxious, innocent and completely without filter. I guess we will be together kicking around ideas and speaking our minds for years to come.
I’m at the age that I used to think was old. I look at today’s teenagers, knowing that they truly believe, I’m past it and have no idea what being a teenager is like. I look at men and women in their 60s, 70s and beyond and now only think one thing.
I wonder how old they are on the inside?
Our bodies may age and our minds may get a little hazy but our hearts are still right there…when we were young.
So where are you?