I've often wondered what it is to be an adult. You know - what it's supposed to feel like and whether I've got it right. Because quite frankly, it wasn't how I'd imagined it to be.
When I was young, being an adult seemed to be a great thing to be. I imagined life to be secure, certain, stable and predictable. Which is far from boring I assure you, as this stability provides a fundament upon which you can be who you want to be. I assumed.
As it is, adulthood is a wholly different affair as far as I can discern. Life is just as scary as it was as a child, farting remains funny (despite what the teachers say) and even worse, no one tells you what to do anymore.
Which is scary.
I guess there are two main differences;
1) The stakes are higher
2) Predicting the weather gets easier
By this I mean one's mental map of the physical and social world is more detailed than it was as a child. My sense of the 'other' and what 'might be' has become more attuned.
So it's with this heightened awareness that I've come to appreciate my childlike dependence on those around me, and of theirs on me. So one must choose well.
In this respect I must have grown up, as I've chosen and been chosen by some wonderful people. At the top of this pile is my beloved.
May we all continue to be children together.
Predict the weather.
Anticipate the storm, please.
Keep the rain in sight.
Watch out for the sky.
Let's not get struck by lightning.
Seek shelter for life.