Adulthood. For most of my life, that word was nothing but a concept. It was the distant future, and as much as I imagined what it would be like, it remained intangible and, for lack of a better word, unimaginable. Of course it was. As children, our perspectives were extremely limited and we were perpetually stuck in nostalgia even as we lived it. We were stubborn and deep in our hearts, we refused to admit that one day, our childhood would end. We believed with all our might that though we may physically get older, we would stay just as we were. It was impossible to conceive that we would change; that our tastes, our desires, our friends, our surroundings, our world in general would eventually come to resemble something that our younger selves would never recognize. Eventually though, the Peter Pan dream is revealed to be exactly that and whether willingly or by force, we enter a new world of responsibilities.
And you know what? Thank God a billion, trillion times for that! The past is always tinted by the brain's uncanny ability to twist memories, but once you sit down and really think about it, we were all total scrubs when we were younger.
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| Yeah, I'm looking right at you, Lt. Scrub, of the US Army Reserve. And your Scrub Ranger buddy too. |
