Being an adult is good in some ways, but I sometimes long for the childhood naivety I once had. Things were just easier then -- not that I'd ever want to be a kid again. Knowledge & experience, while powerful, can also be painful; and that sucks. I find solace in solitude (books, films, etc.) as well, but lately I've been wondering if there's something else out there -- something that inspires me to be more productive. I've yet to find it, though. Does that make any sense?
It does. Naïveté is a bit of a blessing in disguise, but knowledge will always be more powerful. After all, if we were back to our younger selves without our memories of growing up, wouldn't we be exactly the same, with the same impulses and habits? A part of me will forever be torn, assuming the sense of "belonging" is a necessity, while yet another larger chunk will not give a damn. I guess the "adult" part comes in accepting the lack of certainty, since that will become a luxury rarely seen when older.
