Why do we all try to grow up so quickly?
Childhood being short lived already, we’re always trying to emulate the older, trying to copy our siblings, following the footsteps of our idols, trying the forbidden.
Why do we falsify maturity, and pretend to be something we’re not?
Can we really not wait until our youthful innocence is gone, trying to impress everyone with our sophistication.
Why do we have those moments where the blissful candor of childhood suddenly pales in comparison to the allure of growing up, and then choose to follow them.
