Growing up can be tough, especially when you like so much to be a kid. Especially when we are reminded so often how important it is to 'be a kid'. Especially when we are so damn good at it.
But growing up is important: it balances us. For a kid cannot be a kid forever. And a kid can only have so much fun with a 'kid's' perspective on things ... Growing up gives us a point of relativity; a reference to something else.
Otherwise, we are stuck in that kid's head. Never growing older. Only getting younger. Sure we experience more things -- add to our roladex of things, people and things. But this only goes so far. No, in order to really appreciate life as a kid, first you have to learn to be an adult.
Which is a nice way of saying: grow the fuck up. Or sack up. Or really, man up. Yeah, that's the one -- that's the stroke. Right there, hold it, and let it ooze and flow. Man up. Such a simple yet powerful 2 words. Holy shit that feels good. Just considering the implications of such a statement cause a shift: the kid sees the adult it so wants to be but for so long has been forced to ignore. Clothes, sayings, hobbies all say so .. to ignore, to put out of sight, to 'hold off' until a later time.
Well that time is now. For each and every one of us. But especially for me. No more mr. nice guy, as some might say. Time to be the man I am meant to be. To let the fucking beast out and take this ride by its horn and fuck it. Every last part of it. For I know that this is my rollercoaster ride: not yours, not his, not ours. Just mine. And it's time to own it.
What could stop such a beautiful simplicity ? Well, the child, of course. The child in me says 'slow down', 'don't move too fast', to just 'chill'. Time for that is over though. Time is now to step the fuck up or get the fuck out. It all starts with a choice; an intention, for all intents and purposes. To put on the black shirt instead of the multi-colored one. To wear denim rather than shorts. To grow a beard not to appear older but to be older.
I am older. There is nothing to hide from. I will live forever, but no need to let the child make up the entirety of my experience. Dad teaches well. But not even rolemodels can understand the brevity of such a choice; such an assertion; such a command.
Be the man I always wanted to be.