We can never really grow up

I remember thinking that I can't wait to become an adult when my parent forbid me from doing thing that I think will be fun, like, going out of town with some friends.

But then, what is adulthood anyway? What if there's no clear line between childhood and adulthood? What makes a person become an adult?

I guess age plays a big part on this. But really, if we're being honest to ourselves, being an adult is more like a social contract. We turn 17 and we can get an ID. We turn 19 and we can get married. We turn 21 and we can drink legally. And so on and so forth.

I thought that I will figured it out when I grow up. But getting an ID doesn't really change anything. Come to think about it, we're just the same kind of person like our childhood self. I fear, hate, and like pretty much the same thing. We may change physically and value different things. We may also think that we know a lot more than when we were a kid. But, do we?

I guess, we can never really grow up. We're just slowly inching towards death. And it's such a beautiful cycle. Like a light that goes dim, little by little.