Perception

                I’ve never really felt like an adult because everybody has  different take on what an adult is.  Whether it’s owning your own house or having your first child.  In the eyes of the law 18 years old makes you an adult.  Which I don’t agree with at all.  An adult to me is someone who’s lost sight of what it is to just be.  

              An adult who sees years of regret in a muddy grassless lawn infested with insects and rodents and will forever be plagued by procrastination that led up to this result.  I see mud baths and playing in the sprinklers.  I see learning to ride your right in the front yard because the dirt is soft enough to keep away scrapes and perfectly grassless so nothing will slow you down.  I see colonies of animals with brains the size grains of salt building the greatest empires the world’s ever seen.  In my front yard no less.  All the different animals coexisting with each other and me, no matter who you are there’s beauty in that type of peacekeeping cohesion.  

                         An Adult sees ice a road covered with ice as a hazard a “death trap”.  They dread even leaving the house because of the cold weather the CO2 constantly visible in the air never for once letting on that it’ll get warm anytime soon.  I see the icy glow that covers the trees, the snow that covers the sidewalk bulking up just begging to be used for shelter.  Or a fort for the snowball wars that dare I say are probably the only wars we remember who was actually fighting in them.  The astonishing moment when you realize that a part of you is briefly internalized every time you breathe out.  

        An adult sees layoffs, and crowded everywhere.  The stress of putting presents under the tree and people instead of embracing the feeling that for once everybody can decide that what’s going on is bigger than just their problems.  An adult doesn’t see the magic and not because they don’t want to. 

It’s because they refuse to let themselves. Somewhere down the line that feeling, that unexplainable feeling that we get when we discovered something that really touched us is buried so deep that it’s almost Shakespearean in it’s tragedy. I see the magic, I feel the unexplainable feeling. When something speaks to you so loudly that it chills your whole body, when your hair stands up on end and you want to tell everybody and nobody because your words won’t bring the significance of what you feel to life. An adult sees a 19 year old kid clinging to his childhood. I see an adults letting theirs fade away.