When we are children and we are "naive",
we uphold certain ideas, certain notions.
We think like we think but we never think how we think the way we think.
But as we grow up and become more "discerning",
are we actually able to speculate on our follies?
Is growing up a matter of ever ascending numerals,
or is it but another ephemeral milestone which is but crossed the moment it is stamped.
Growing up does seem more robust in life's halucination.
I have blinked.
I have given it the heat of the sun and the feast of the clouds.
But growing up is something I am yet to reconcile with.
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