I had the occasion to reflect on recent events and consider what it must be like to be an adult. It’s certainly got nothing to do with age, but I was feeling different… my face was emotionless, hard perhaps.
I used to think that by the time I’m 21 I would be a fully fledged adult. But it didn’t happen. I may have become more mindful over the years since 21 kicked in, but in essence, the light that shines in and through these eyes is a bright today as it was when I looked out over the fence into a orange and purple sunset over Guildford, perhaps the first conscious memory I have as a child that was not driven by fear nor hunger.
So what is it that makes one an adult? If it’s not age, and given I’m now 44, what is it?
|@ 22||@ 44|
When things turn quite serious I then imagine that this is what it must be like to be an adult… stuff that’s stressful, anxious… I used to think it was doing your Tax that made one an adult!
Perhaps it’s when one loses the trust of one’s apparent peers, when there are those that find offence at transperancy and integrity, when one’s expertise is questioned and when trust is abused. And I guess there are many other things, but in essence, it’s when what one does is no longer fun and it becomes a fight.
But all in all one learns to not take on others bullshit and to be more ‘present’ and mindful… and thereby, being an adult becomes a more sagely thing than a cause for more concern.