The pretty white screen stares back at me while I think of what to write. This growing up business is tough. No one prepared me for it… It sort of jumped out at me and I had to adjust to fit.

Why is it that when life gets a little much better you’ve got to have boundaries and restrictions to spoil it?

As a child I couldn’t wait to grow up, basically because I wanted to do all the grown-up things I wasn’t allowed to do! Now I’m all grown up and I’m not so sure, for one all those grown up stuff isn’t what it’s hyped up to be. Sometimes growing up sucks big time, I don’t even know how people do it. I admit it does have it’s pecks, I get to make my own decisions… I get to decide what’s right and wrong. Try as they may the final decision lies with me. Which is pretty neat since I never had a say in anything as a child.

A very wise person once told me that true happiness comes from within, finding that place within yourself where your soul is pleased with what you’ve done with yourself. I think he got that from Oprah or the Dalai Lama. In essence, whether young or old, I should look at the person I’ve become and determine if it’s worth rejoicing.

When I look at the person the years made me, then I’m not so bummed out about growing up. Growing up has thought me a valuable lesson I could only have learnt through experiences. My love for life and happiness can only mature with age. The most important element however will have to be my mind. My mind that allows me to make choices only unique to me. That prompts me not to conform to someone else’s idea of what the perfect life should be. I’m a different adult because of age and happy for that. I guess I’m not going to live forever so I might as well live while I’m alive. After all, didn’t someone say only shooting stars break the mold?