Growing up is such a huge deal and people never really seem to realize it. It just sneaks up on people as life passes by them. They go on living the lives the way they do, changing each moment. A lot of people believe that growing up is this huge momentous crash where they collide with a little thing called responsibility when they hit puberty, when they go to high school, when they graduate.
I believe that the moment someone grows up is when they realize they completely forgot about who they used to be.
I guess growing up is never the big deal everyone says it is. How can it be such a big deal when we forget where we came from? I want to believe otherwise, that growing up is a significant thing, but I find myself doubting it more every day. I can't remember what my thoughts were when I was a child. I can't remember what it felt like to be innocent. I don't know what I'm missing--it's like I was always the way that I am now and that there was nothing to ever bridge the gap.
I am an art student. I am an adult and that is the only thing that really matters at the moment.
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