What's it like to be an adult?
To live in constant paradox. Despair and joy, same room, same sequence of events.
Childhood, adolescence, adulthood—all now. You're every age.
Fear and not-fear often go together.
Loving means losing or the risk of losing. Always has.
Feeling and thinking, which shouldn't be hard but somehow are.
Fully grateful. Fully sad. Fully joyful. Not taking turns—all three.
Feeling scammed and also aware that you can cut corners. You did today.
Your desire to be right and your comfort being wrong. Limited by the normal set of factors. The walls you build inside your own brain.
Being an adult is living inside something that refuses description. Like a wild animal. Try to name it and it bolts deeper into the woods. Like two crayon-colored circles that overlap and coexist.
