The day you became an adult isn’t the day you think it was.
It isn’t the day you first fell in love or the day your heart first broke.
It isn’t the first time you turned 18,
You are not an adult when you get your licence to drive.
You are not an adult because you had a child.
You are not an adult when you realise that one day you will die.
You are not an adult when you realise one day soon your parents will die.
You are not an adult when you realise you will continue to make the same mistakes.
The day you become an adult is the day that when invited to attend an average event with free alcohol and you think, “No, my time is worth more to me than what I would save drinking free, I would rather pay for my own drinks somewhere I WANT to be.”
Once that happens, you are all grown up, so go out and be immature with your friends. Talk about when you were young.
I write a lot, which keeps me off the streets and out of trouble. There is always something to write about, always a new story to craft. Not writing, for me, is like trying to hold back a sneeze. Learning to write was the most powerful influence in my life. I can still remember the awe I felt when I realized I could put real words onto paper and tell out a story. From that first ‘a-ha’ moment I knew I wanted to write.
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