Adulthood's Island

I think I'm having one of my slightly more sentimental moments. Pensive over many things from the present and the past.

A lot of it is to do with this balance that we maintain in life. There is this cliché that no man is an island, something I vehemently believe - and yet I realise that part of becoming an adult is to be comfortable when you are just you.

That's why I call it a balance - it's that neither extreme has any longevity and yet elements of both are important to our being.

I mull sometimes over what it means to be an adult. I've laughed countless times that there isn't this moment where it was, there wasn't for me and I don't think there was for anybody else I know. There was just this progression in and within life.

Decisions are still questionmnable at times, but I've gotten to know my own inns and outs more. And maybe I've grown to be able to handle those pieces of myself and the affects they have better. That, to me, is a large part of what it's ment to grow older.

I've seen a few things, been challenged by a few more. People still surprise me, as do I myself and many of those things are encouraging and others cause me relection and pause. There are still questionnable decisions at times as I unfurl more small aspects of this complex scroll.

I hope I'm better in the quiet moments. I hope I know how to manage myself all the while remembering when it is that I should communicate. And most of all I hope to avoid cynicism, despite those evenings where I can just spot the glint of it prehaps having crept in.

And as I sip my tea and ponder, these words confronted the night.