Growing up, for me, has been a wild experience so far.
An experience very much like taking off my shoes and stepping on the grass for the first time (Yes, like in the picture).
You could say there have been many 'defining' moments of adulthood I have come to experience for myself.
These experiences, they shape me.
And now I'm confused.
I don't know if I can accept this facet of growing up. I don't know if I'm psychologically ready to handle all this shit at once.
I don't know if I'm doing the right things.
But then again, what is right?
I ask myself, what do I want? What am I doing to myself?
Is this me?
I guess, the bottom line is, I'm just not brave enough to take risks.