Children often aspire to "grow up", to reach a certain age when they are "old enough" and apparently "mature enough" to be considered part of "adulthood".
Adulthood is declared by both legal standards and society standards. Regardless of the fact laws inherent to the "access to adulthood" through age or events, differ and vary greatly across different nations and cultures on Earth, the constant and stable fact is that such distinction does exist, whatever kind it may be, in almost all types of civilization or tribal community; wether it be through a tribal ritual around a camp fire adoring a pig's skeleton, or through a glittering new identity card received by the government that proves "adulthood" achievement at a certain age or due to a certain event in life.
Now: I believe that the illusional advent of "adulthood" coincides with the birth of "falsehood", namely, death of the Holy infant within each of us.
Namely, the rise of hypocricy, lies, deceit, fiction, meaning that the newcome "adults" believe that for some unknown transcendent reason, he or she has now reached a special "superior" stage of life within an elite group of people, ("adults"), during which they must try to start thinking and acting in a different way from the one they naturally used during their early life since their birth, as happy and worryless children, with hope, and not fear, true laughter and amazement, not deceitful smiles and venetian masks.
Often called "maturity", seldom realized to be hipocricy towards one's own essence.
Creation of this delusional and false division line between "childhood" and "adulthood" causes an unnatural rupture in a person's natural path of life. Belief that a change is expected by the mass of other "adults", influences the individual in a wrongful way, and it forces the person to believe that everything they thought to be true and important since and during their early years of life and dwelling, is all part of "stupidity", "immaturity", "being childish".
Haven't we all heard those stories about "adults" talking about their "childhood" dreams never come true, wanting to be heroes, warriors, athletes, policemen, scientists, surgeons, and now, as "mature adults", there they all are on drugs, alcohol, promiscuity, working in a shabby workplace, throwing their life away, and calling that happiness and "living day by day". The trouble is, once something becomes common, meaning "something that the majority of people do", it becomes "normality", and therefore "right". This is an erroneous inference driven by the figurative "fear of being the black sheep among the white sheep". So everything that belongs to that "normal lifestyle" (which is actually terrible), is considered fine: "since everyone does it, it must be the right (and safe) way".
All those "childhood dreams" are just as realistic as the fact we all have a heart pumping blood through us if only one is strong enough to make the attempt to realize them. The problem is, such people called "hardship" a "dream", to justify their weakness and lack of ambition to fulfill the "childhood dream" which may have actually been a true possibility, regardless of its outcome, it is seldom even truly approached as a goal once "adulthood" arrives. So they just proved their lack of capability and consistency to reach that goal, which is a high standard; if it wasn't high and hard, as it's meant to be, then everyone would be a firefighter or an olympic athlete.
Canons, behavioural patterns, traditions, standards, etiquette, all these models have the negative effect of substituting one's truthful and rooted essence, one's natural curiosity, enchantement, wants, needs, dreams, even tiranny for goodness' sake.
What drives this change towards falsehood? Fear. Probably the most ferocious and succesful motor of human kind.
"Follow the crowd, follow the rules", the rules that everybody knows and silently agrees to, but is embarassed to admit; so everybody just secretly abides to the code of shame and exalts it as "right and peaceful".
The most common alarm signals of the nauseous fearful little sheep towards a rare-to-find genuine "child in a grown up body" are: laughter, finger pointing, mouth covering jokes, head shaking, idiotic body movements that signify apparent uncontrollable feeling of compassion towards an '"adult person behaving like a child" (in their eyes), therefore towards an individual that acts spontaneously, honestly, genuinely, transparently, purely. One Who isn't ashamed of admiring a cloud without involving sexual similarities, or inviting people to take a walk in a field instead of a drink at the pub, or to sit down and handwrite a thought with a pencil instead of posting a facebook status from a touch screen tablet, or wear anything that covers you regardless of its cost and brand, star gaze on a Saturday night instead of a disco's strobo lights, maybe actually smell like a female occasionally, pheromones instead of Chanel. And so on, the examples are sadly and truthfully, infinite.
In truth, such nauseous sheep are envious, and admire such "bravely naïve", "child-minded grown-ups", but they are conscious that the only way to hide that feeling of secret regret for their hypocricy and admiration for the "child", is to work together among the numerous other envious and guilty weak sheep, to group up and create a pathetic scene of laughter and finger pointing, apparently degrading a brave child, through a mass of obscene sounds that attempt to mask the truth that hurts them within: their remorse for losing their real spirit, the embarassment of having chosen eternal dependance on other people, laws, standards and canons, to define one's personality and stay "safe" hidden in the mass, instead of treasuring one's unique essence which puts every one of us in our original spotlight, which is gifted by birth, from above.
All of this is disgusting. All of this is called: people.
Conclusion: Dream, aim for the stars or the earth, whatever your ambition genuinely and "childishly" dictates to your soul, in all its mellifluous and dangerous foolishness. Embrace solitude if that is what it takes to reach your goal, accept critics and insults and laughter towards you, gather such events as evident proof of your speciality. Never rely on perpetually trusting others whom are most probably secretly relying on you themselves, in that way you'll create a pathetic theatre portraying failure, and feed a vicious circle that ends in unfruitful stagnation of life.
Deny canons, time is linear and there are no real checkpoints to reach, your life is one and it is whole, there are no set limits that determine periods or behavioural patterns that you should obey to in determinate times, the only original changes in your spirit, essence, and behaviour, entirely depend on your choices, whatever the price and sacrifice.
Be brave, be a wild child.
