What if there are no adults?
The problem that we might have and we might not have known about it!
For some time now, I have realized that I have had a lot of wounds and bruises. Physical ones, yes, but a tone of mental ones as well. While the physical ones heal by themselves from some point on, the mental ones do not so much. So I started to look into them and try to heal them. All this made me realize something scary as hell.
You see, after looking deep down inside me, as deep as I could go, of course, I found that I was still a little boy searching for validation. Searching for a sense of worth.
I realized that I was searching for someone to validate me, to tell me I am worth living on this Earth, to tell me that I am good and strong and that I can make it.
I was searching for someone to guide me through life with love and understanding, tenderness and encouragement, kind eyes, and warm embraces.
I was searching for an adult.
But then I found out that I am not the only one here. Everyone around me is searching for similar things. Everyone is looking around to find someone to help them with what they need.
We all are small little children who need someone to love us and convince us that we are worth living and worth being happy.
We are all searching for adults.
And I did not see this only in my generation.
I saw 40 years old people that go through their life sad and desperate for liberation. People that feel energic but, at the same time, feel too old to do something with that energy.
I saw 50 years old people afraid for their life while going to work, going to groceries, and staying at home. Afraid society will throw them away for not being young enough, fast enough, or powerful enough.
I saw 60 years old people with lost glances and empty hearts. People that are ashamed to look back and angry about the present. People that wanted to do more but never had the courage to do it.
I saw 70 years old people giving up. Giving up on life, on joy, on love. People that cannot find their worth, people that have never found their worth.
I saw 80 years old people saying “Good-by” while still alive. Aimlessly waiting for death.
If we are all children! Where are the adults?
What if there are no adults?
What if we are all there is?
What if we are all we have?
What if we are the only people that can offer us what we need?
What if we are the ones to look up to?
What if we are the kind glances and the warm hugs?
What if we are here for us?
What if we are enough?
Thank you very much for reading
Hugs and positive thoughts, my friends!
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