Read a quote today which made me startle.
I want to share with you.
As always, it’s by Neil Gaiman, the Great.
Grown-ups don’t look like grown-ups on the inside either. Outside, they’re big and thoughtless and they always know what they’re doing. Inside, they look just like they always have. Like they did when they were your age [seven]. The truth is there aren’t any grown-ups. Not one, in the whole wide world.‘
Time passes, I’m growing older, once every year.
I’m changing, maturing, taking on responsibilities
which would have scared the hell out of me some years before.
Still I’m feeling the same, on the inside.
Still marveling at the world.
Still insecure and callow.
And really not very adult.
Maybe Mr. Gaiman is right: There aren’t any grown-ups.