But you know what I'm going to say now? Being an adult is when you buy greens and actually eat them. Voluntarily. When you enjoy having "everything sorted by color" in your closet, and you realize that coziness isn't candles in a photo on Pinterest, but warm socks and decaffeinated tea in the evening. Or coffee... but after 3 p.m. - only in emergency cases! ☕And yet...
Sometimes I laugh until I cry from stupid things,
sing in the shower as if the whole arena is listening to me,
and buy myself gum with the flavor of my childhood - just like that, by the way.
And once I was walking in the rain without an umbrella, spinning around like in a movie, and thinking: "You're an adult, but where are your brains?" But maybe being an adult isn't when you know everything, but when you stop being afraid that you don't know something?
When you're not ashamed to cry when you want to. Or laugh, even if it's not your age. Or fall in love, like at 17. And let the whole world wait.
So tell me, darling, are you an adult yet?..
Or do you sometimes still want to run away barefoot, listen to music at maximum volume and believe that the coolest moments are yet to come?
I do.
And you know, it's wonderful