I run away in my mind more often than I think I should. It is this perpetual feeling that things are too complicated, overwhelming, out of control. Isn't that what this is all about? Growing up is like looking for a light switch. In the dark. On the other side of the house. I speak often of personal growth, expanding those wings and finding a new flight. The part that I do not speak of, mostly the part which I often chose to ignore, the part that I push back and let it drive me personally crazy without speaking of it, or trying to release my unsureness, is the crappiness of the bad. There are awful parts to becoming an "adult". I am faced with a horrible act that I have to follow through with tomorrow. I am viewed in this icky light, and sometimes have an unpleasant job. I have become accustom to kicking people out of their homes. I am facing icky growth. And I don't like it.
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If we didn't swim in the bath of mud, we wouldn't know what it is like to be cleaner. If we never get dirty - we aren't doing ANYTHING.
Remember the golden rule... and yes, it matters! We all like to know where the limits are, even if we don't confess to it!
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