I want my childhood back. Not because it was wasted or unfulfilling. Not because it was taken from me at a young age or ruined by bad parents. I want my childhood back because it was a golden time. I want the long summer days spent outside yet not worrying about what I should be accomplishing inside. I want the late nights with friends sans alcohol and drained paychecks. I want the day that is my own, not to be hijacked by the demands of an employer or the poltergeists of worry and responsibility. Most of all I want the state of mind; the naïve selfishness that tells me my life is a journey, not a trap for the foolish.
However, if I am to be an adult let me flourish. Let me use my newfound wisdom and fervor for life to shape the world around me. Let me fill the corners of my space with my talents, knacks, quirks, and flaws. Let me stimulate instead of snuff the brilliant fire that is a human mind. Let me expand my power of choice by choosing ethically and logically, adding a new voice to an ever-expanding conversation.
If I am to be an adult, do not force me to be led. Do not force me into a mold forged by other minds. Do not tell me there is only one way to do something. Do not define me by my “success”.
You don’t know the meaning of the word.