Being an adult

Every morning, running late like the White Rabbit in your own wonderland that is lacking all the wonders, singing inside your head “I’m late, I’m late, for a very important date!”.
Every evening, coming home, knowing there are one thousand and one things to do but only one night for them.

Sit down, take a deep breath. Go back in time ten or twenty or as many years as it takes for you to be a kid again. You lived in a Wonderland every day. Nights might have been scary, who really knew if monsters were hiding in a closet or under the bed. Every little thing was full of amazement and endless curiosity. Do we use that up in our first ten years or where does it go? All that energy, do we get tired of it? Are we bored of seeing the same wonders around us year after year?

However, there are things we can still do, things we could only dream of as a kid: staying up as late as possible, going to sleep over friend’s during the week, having pizza for breakfast, eating chocolate before falling asleep, watching TV series all through the day, leaving the house without that beanie or scarf, staying in your pyjamas for the rest of your life, and most importantly… Well… You can procrastinate! There’s no longer anyone to tell you to do your work… Unfortunately.
I should probably go finish the most boring presentation in the whole history of boring presentations. And start my two essays. Oh childhood and those Decembers that I used to be able to enjoy!