When we were 10 years old society told us we could become anything we could imagine. When we were 15 years old our teachers told us that starting here, with hard work, one day we might do something more fun than work a 9-5. When I was 17 years old my mom said “Son, let’s be realistic”
Now I’m being realistic.
When I applied to college, I realized dreams were now made, they were bought. When I got a job, I understood that adventures were put on the back-burner to a shirt and tie.
Or overalls Or a tractor Or a mop.
As I got older, the magic of life began to die. Blank pages expected to be filled by Tuesday amidst Broken video games that I don’t have to money to fix. Plans skipped without notice Turn into plans skipped to study or risk fucking up the test That will determine the rest of your academic career.
The fear of growing up is overwhelming.
Dreams are made or crushed in an instant. Distant Decisions made 2 years ago come back to bite you in ass And amassing a good resume becomes more important Than the absorbance of knowledge that we once held so high. Why do we have to let go of our innocence?
What happened to stories of superheroes and fairy tales that prevailed over their lot in life by just being themselves. When were they replaced by the ammunition of politicians on a mission to tell us what we need to excel? When did growing up become so damn hard.
When I was 17 years old, I didn’t worry about the future. When I was 15 years old, It looked so bright. When I was 10 old, I couldn’t wait to grow up Back then, I didn’t know what stress felt like.