All Things Go

There are many things wrong with the notion of remaining a child forever; beginning with the fact that we associate this inability to come to terms with reality with none other than Peter Pan. HAVE YOU SEEN HIS EYEBROWS? My argument should really end there; but, as I have teetered on the edge of adulthood, I have come to realize that what makes "becoming an adult" difficult, is that we assume childhood is bliss. However, it isn't the innocence we seek after as we wish ourselves into regression, but rather, a decrease in responsibility.

I often sit in bed, thinking myself in circles, to the point of exhaustion, with only room for one thought, "if only I were a kid again."But, not once have I thought, "I wish I were stupid again," or in more accurate terms, "I wish I knew less, experienced less, seen less." It is a wonder then that as human beings we have constantly sought after knowledge only to realize, rather abruptly, that we were better off without it; and thus, begin to look for someone to blame, some corner to hide in, or some lie to tell ourselves. The intricacies of human behavior, however, are beyond me. The point to my rather inarticulate rant is this:

It's time to grow up.

And thus, begins the next phase in my life: grad school. Often nights I manage to freak myself out with the overwhelming reality of student loans, moving cross-country, and a bunch of other what-nots. After visiting my new home this past summer, however, I have come to grips with my fears of inadequacy and responsibility, and come to a simple conclusion: All Things Go. (I must admit, I stole that line from a song by Sufjan Stevens, Chicago. Seemed appropriate.) In 5 weeks I will be make the big move, hopefully I'll learn that growing up isn't all that bad.