infant

I feel that there is no such thing as “growing up.” Some people glean knowledge and certain sensitivities as a result of experience; however, you can enter adulthood and still feel the overwhelming urge to buckle at the knees and cry when bills need to be paid, cars get towed or work runs one hour too many in a week.

Of course there’s nothing new about this idea, but I think that it’s of greater value when you consider how relatively weak, new and infantile one can feel the instance that challenges with no clear answer arise.

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