Adult? What defines adulthood?
Aren’t we just children marked over the years by joys and sorrows, trials, defeats, and victories molded by the world in which we live and learn to live?
I don’t know about you, but as for me, I’m a child. More precisely, I know that deep inside the man I am, there is and there always will be a child whose dreams, fears and hopes have not changed.
But being a man, in my view, it is to choose among those dreams, among those fears and hopes, which one of them will guide my life, and to fight with all the weapons in my possession to, respectively, overcome and realize them.
The child in me is the man I am.
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