Grown-up
1: not childish or immature : (see adult)
2: of, for, or characteristic of adults
Yep, that’s how Webster defines grown-up.
I don’t know many grown-ups and I am so thankful for that. The people I hang with have a child-like faith and trust in a Being that they’ve never seen. My friends laugh at audible gas, hug you up off the ground and play Wii to the death.
I hope I am not a grown-up. What a mean thing to call someone.
I love being childish. When I am not, I am miserable. When I start to think that I am mature – I start to care what I should be accomplishing, I start to feel the weight of the world, oh, and I believe that I am somehow responsible for all of the perceptions floating in cyber rhetoric. What a joke. Children are smarter than those who are titled, grown-up. Children at least ask up front, “do you like me? do you wanna play with me?” And most importantly, they believe whatever answer the other kid gives! Amazing.
But most importantly, children live for today. We are not promised tomorrow, yet I have just planned for the week and didn’t dare duplicate. What if I died on Monday? I would have missed out of living the last day for what really brought me the most joy.
Today is all. Grown-ups are not cool.
