Growing up. What a scary concept

Growing up.

What a scary concept that is.

Can I stay a kid forever? Live like Peter Pan.

Fly through the air with the help of fairy dust, share drunken kisses with the mermaids and have my own bunch of lost boys.

Of course, that's not possible. We all wish for it, though. But we quickly forget the childish fantasies as life slaps us in the face, and leaves a permanent mark.

That mark is a reminder. That as much as you wish to run away from time, the clock will get you. It'll pick you up with its calloused hands and shake you. Shake all the dreams and stupid hopes out.

"Conform!" - it screams.

"Accept it!" - it snarls.

I'm tired of this fight.

It's a fight has old as time. I'm not the first one fighting it.

Many have given up, many have died fighting.

Wendy's words echo trough my brain.

"But, Mother, I don't want to grow up."

In the end, she conformed. She decided it was best to grow up.

And maybe growing up is not that bad. Maybe wonderful things await me. But not knowing... oh not knowing kills me.

Uncertainty will surely be the death of me.