The older you get, the more scared you’ll become.
Scared of what?
Everything. From your own shadow to the mounting bills to the tiresome lines on your face.
And that’s just the beginning. It only gets worse.
Each new sunrise brings forth even more stress, worry and anxiety. What if they don’t like you? What major should you pick? How are you going to cover the bills?
Failure. You’ll feel it.
Misery. You’ll sleep with it.
Heartbreak. You’ll curse it.
Doubt. You’ll experience it.
These monsters will run through your veins and swim to your heart and kill you. Every day. Before long, you won’t be able to touch eyes with the man in the mirror.
Who is that?
It looks like you. Same hair. Same ears. Same nose.
But something about you looks strange. And catches you off-guard. You look so tired and worn out. Beat up. Left to die.
What the hell happened to you?
They won’t tell you.
Not your mom. Not your spouse. Not your best friend. And surely not the man who signs your checks. They’re all too nice.
But I will.
I’ll tell you:
You raced through life, rushed to grow-up, and once you reached adulthood… you realized all the beauty is found in childhood, in play, in dreaming, in chasing adventure, in pursuing all that you were meant to be.
And the only thing found in adulthood is:
Conformity and worn out arteries.
Do not grow up. The secret of genius is to carry the spirit of the child into old age, which means never losing your enthusiasm.
“Men do not quit playing because they grow old. They grow old because they quit playing.”