It's April 12, 2021.
I am nearly a decade older since I started this thing (is blogspot even a thing? I guess blogger is now the preferred nomenclature).
Have I crossed the line into adulthood since all these innocent musings and tumblr-esque curations?
The answer:
If anything, the near-decade that has gone by has done nothing but confirm my long-held suspicion...
...that adults are nothing more than children pretending to be "adults".
If anything, the near-decade that has gone by has revealed that the most important aspect of life is to maintain that state of being the adults refer to as "child-like":
Imaginative. Curious. Always aware. Always playful.
To maintain this state-of-being is to preserve one's soul (the soul exists, by the way). To sacrifice it on behalf of "growing up" is to become a walking corpse.
The near-decade that has gone by, in addition to the years that preceded it, and most likely to the years to come, has taught me what it really means to inhere in here.
Be awareness. Be play.
