Don’t grow up, it’s a trap
«It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs, who comes short again and again, because there is no effort without error and shortcoming; but who does actually strive to do the deeds; who knows great enthusiasms, the great devotions; who spends himself in a worthy cause; who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement, and who at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who neither know victory nor defeat».
Teddy Roosevelt, 1910
When I was a college student the “outer” world didn’t make sense to me. Adults were pale puppets forced to get a ordinary life, ending angry and disenchanted only in the middle of the process. At that time my books, vinyls and DVDs collections were growing fast, the bubble of culture in which I lived was populated by worshipped friends, and my wanderlust calling spreaded out triumphantly. I used to think I’d never be like “regular” people. Well, I was right.
This self-awareness, once raw and firm like a rock mass and now more gently dynamic, implies a bunch of considerations.
Adults are flawed, and it’s not their fault.
No shame if you make mistakes. There’s no valid achievement free from slips: take pride in them and go on.
Adults don’t know what’s next, and it’s not their fault.
No one has a crystal ball to read the future, right? Right. Hindsight is useful like abdominal crampings.
Adults keep being crazy, and it’s not their fault.
Pretty much counter-intuitive, the child inside us won’t die. Allowing the little one to be in charge sometimes is anything but insane.
One way or another, it’s not your fault.
I apologize to adulthood, underestimating such a trap is a rash move, but I’m still far from “regular” people. A true piece of Millennial generation. Although outcomes are shaky and answers blurry, the child, the college student and the grown-up, decided to not relocate.