I feel like the older we get, the more we get comfortable doing comfortable things. And that holds true even more so when people settle down, get married, and have children. But why should the fun ever have to stop? I’m turning 32 this year and I still feel like a heady mashup of both my sibling and adult self. I want to wander off the boardwalk and play arcade games now, just as much as I did back then. I want to laugh myself silly with her at the silliest of things, and neglect the fact that society tries to auto draft us into the serious and boring sports team that is always looking for players who are aged 30 and up. Let’s run in the shallow waters, finger paint the starstruck constellations, and never forget what it’s like to remain exactly who we’ve always been and always will be.
(Photo taken by me.)