I don't particularly love being an adult. I mean, I enjoy some of it, but I'd trade responsability and awareness of the passage of time for that endearing childhood's innocence any day.
See, being an adult relates to making money. And money doesn't die and neither does power. And as an adult you are forced to play the game and be cognizant of the pernicious way people step on each other only to get what they want. Children can be mean and teenagers can be especially evil, I know. But I had none of that. I had a pure, innocent and utter childhood and the best teenage years one could ask for. Those were the days, and I say this with no sappy or morose feeling of longing or nostalgia. I say it because it simply is completely true.
And yet I do enjoy my life a lot. I like being able to buy things, I like it that I can afford my own travelings, that I get to go out as much as I want, that I can open a bottle of wine for dinner with no other purpose but that of actually enjoying it. I enjoy driving, I enjoy good adult sex. I love independence and I love throwing a party for my friends. I love the idea of commiting to someone and marrying them. I like all of those things. And I hate so many more. I hate that I can't behave like a reckless rockstar (or maybe I can and I should), I detest (only kidding here) that I now know the word 'detest'. I don't like the fact that a hangover feels like the end of the world now. And I especially hate realizing that a lot of people are heartless bastards.
But, secretely in my mind, I still control the elevator and its doors (any revolving doors for that matter), I still manipulate metal like Magneto, I can throw a fireball like Goku, I can run as fast as Cheetara. If you give me a broken tree branch I will turn it into a Japanese sword and become Rurouni Kenshin until it breaks. I still only walk on certain and specific parts of the sidewalk and, yes, I still believe I can fly like any common superhero. And I will never stop believing I can do all of those things.
