In many ways, this is the closest that I felt to being an adult. I just didn’t expect this is what adulthood would feel like

On the narrowing of the imagination: I reckon it’s partially entropy, it’s not like we can avoid it, we cant be open minded forever, we all have a limited lifespan. But that doesn’t mean things have to come to an end, and that doesn’t mean we don’t get a fighting chance - if anything we narrow on things that don’t matter and expand on things that do

Adulthood, a curious set of shackles masquerading as wings. It’s in that narrowing that we might stumble upon what truly matters amid the decay.

Truth is always an abyss. Whatever you take from it, it is always bigger. The trial continues.

Embracing the constraints of adulthood can lead us to discover the essence of what is truly important in life.