Growing up
Remember when you couldn’t wait another day to have your driver’s license? Just to have that feeling of freedom, the open road stretching before you, and heaven forbid you let that cellular leash tie you down! We couldn’t wait to grow up. To be free of curfews, parents, rules – eat, sleep, and clean when and where you want to, make your own calls, all your own choices.
When does that passion stop? That fervency to excel further and further into ‘freedom’. Is it at the first 24-pack of ramen noodles or the second? Is it when you get hurt bad? Hurt to your core, your heart, or your pride. Whether it be the first big hurt or the 25th, the impact doesn’t seem to change. Maybe it’s a man, or a woman, or a bounced check, a bad credit report, a lost friend or lover, a crappy boss, or an EPIC (even though I hate that word) Failure, with a capital F.
Becoming an adult is an unending and often uphill battle. There’s your own wants and desires, the responsibility to a family that you were once threaded so tightly in (one that you may or may not still be wound so securely to now) and of course, the family you may start. There’s money. There’s right and wrong. There’s the end of the day and the last dollar to spend. There’s that thing called Responsibility (with a capital R). It’s your tradeoff to ‘freedom.’
So what was all that rush for anyway?
We’re ‘growing up’ forever. And in yesteryear we called this ‘freedom?’ Funny how that view may change when that ‘R’ word rolls around.
They say life has phases. A time for everything, and everything in due time. Do you believe it? Or do you still hang on to that passion for life, for freedom? For an open door to an endless road. That graduation night, first-day-of-the-rest-of-your-life feeling you once had?
I hope you live passionately on this ride.
Because, you don’t have to worry, ‘R’ will be there when you get back. 
