Man..when I was 16, I swore it was awesome to be an adult. I mean, I thought I was a full-on adult at 16…but the whole living on my own would be so cool. I’d like party all the time and not care about anything, totally right? And then I became an adult. I realized today that I only go to work, home, the gym, and the grocery store. That’s it. I’m not out late every night. I don’t have any money and I think I’m beyond the stage of asking mommy and daddy for an extra $5 bucks. And the strangest thing about this is, I didn’t realize my life had become this until I started thinking about it earlier this week. I’m not trying to be all reflective or pretentious or whatever but really, is this it?
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"Practice Resurrection" - Wendell Berry
