I don't like change. I don't like getting older. I don't like growing up.
And yet at the same time, I do like it. I crave adventure. I long to drive, get my own car, and live life. I want to grow up.
And yet I don't. It's confusing, I know. Perhaps you can relate?
Peter Pan has been weighing heavily on my thoughts lately. So has Neverland. Second star to the right, and straight on till morning.
It's not that hard to find Neverland. Is it?
I posted a status on Facebook, asking my friends to direct me to the nearest Neverland. Thankfully they reassured me that growing up isn't all that bad.
And maybe, I'm thinking, it isn't.
Everyone resists growing up. Adults complain, wishing they were younger. But what would happen if I met growing up with open arms? What if I welcomed it? What if I saw it as an adventure just waiting to happen?A lot of things might change, wouldn't they? The least of which being my age.
I kind of feel like growing up is my impending doom, comparable to the dark storm clouds that linger in the sky. But when I think about storms, an image comes to mind of a ship tossed by the waves. A brave sea-captain stands on the deck. Staring at the storm. Welcoming it. Wanting to take on the danger and the adventure and the rain... and everything that comes with it. I want to be like that sea-captain, as unrealistic and idyllic as he sounds. Adventure is out there, we've just gotta find it.
Maybe growing bad isn't half bad. Maybe I've got it wrong. Maybe Neverland is found when you grow up. Maybe the adventure is in living life, and greeting it with arms wide open.
In the meantime, though, I'll still be looking for Peter Pan.
And on my sixteenth birthday, I'll probably be watching a handful of Disney movies. Just so you know.