I’m not sure about you, but I still don’t know what I want to do when I grow up. I’m always searching for new things to do, set myself new challenges, experiment in new fields. The drawback is that I still have this feeling I haven’t accomplished anything, have not enough experience in any field to call myself an expert in anything. Mentally I’m still in my twenties, no longer a kid, but not yet an adult.
And then I had conversations with the kids of my friends last night. I say kids, but they are all officially adults. Three of them are students in the same city I went to university (and lived for over twenty years). One of them even joined the same student association the Man and I were members of for many years (and where we fell in love). During the conversations I heard myself tell stories about the old days, give advice on not taking any choice regarding which master to choose too seriously (you can always change course during the many years that follow uni), and give them insider knowledge on which places to go to for midnight snacks.
When I went to bed last night, I concluded that I can no longer deny the truth: I’m an adult.