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I've grown up.
I no longer spend the majority of my time daydreaming about the deeper complexities of life. I no longer contemplate why we are even here. I don't write poems searching for meaning. I don't wonder why certain things happen nearly as much as I used to.
Instead, I think about what I need to do. What I hope to do. What I have done. Occassionally I think about what I am doing. I don't look as much past the surface. I am reasonable. Logical. Knowledgeable. I see things as they are, not necessarily what they could be.
I've grown up.
I avoid what could have been. I ignore what should have been. I live in the moment. I look to what comes next. I do not dwell. There is no time.
I have learned to live in society. I have left behind my stories, ideas, and imaginary friends. I have put away my dolls, set aside my journals.
I've grown up.
I know magic doesn't exist. I have learned that intellect prevails. I set aside childhood fantasies.
I see the world through an adult's eyes- not seeing at all. My wide-eyed days of seeing promise, happiness, safety, and life are over.
I've grown up.
I study. I read. I learn. I talk.
I see the world's issues instead of its splendor. Its hatred instead of its harmony. Its differences instead of its balance.
I've grown up.
And as I've looked more I see less. As I've learned more I understand less. As I've searched more I find less.
There is no time for games. No time for imagination. No time for happiness and laughter. There is only time for work. For progress. For criticism and competition. For war and problem-solving. For villains and heros.
There is no time for friendship. No time for family. No time for passion. There is only time for making more time. For setting aside time. For not having enough time.
There is only time for time.
And now that I've grown up- I see that.
I no longer spend the majority of my time daydreaming about the deeper complexities of life. I no longer contemplate why we are even here. I don't write poems searching for meaning. I don't wonder why certain things happen nearly as much as I used to.
Instead, I think about what I need to do. What I hope to do. What I have done. Occassionally I think about what I am doing. I don't look as much past the surface. I am reasonable. Logical. Knowledgeable. I see things as they are, not necessarily what they could be.
I've grown up.
I avoid what could have been. I ignore what should have been. I live in the moment. I look to what comes next. I do not dwell. There is no time.
I have learned to live in society. I have left behind my stories, ideas, and imaginary friends. I have put away my dolls, set aside my journals.
I've grown up.
I know magic doesn't exist. I have learned that intellect prevails. I set aside childhood fantasies.
I see the world through an adult's eyes- not seeing at all. My wide-eyed days of seeing promise, happiness, safety, and life are over.
I've grown up.
I study. I read. I learn. I talk.
I see the world's issues instead of its splendor. Its hatred instead of its harmony. Its differences instead of its balance.
I've grown up.
And as I've looked more I see less. As I've learned more I understand less. As I've searched more I find less.
There is no time for games. No time for imagination. No time for happiness and laughter. There is only time for work. For progress. For criticism and competition. For war and problem-solving. For villains and heros.
There is no time for friendship. No time for family. No time for passion. There is only time for making more time. For setting aside time. For not having enough time.
There is only time for time.
And now that I've grown up- I see that.