6/20/11

What does it mean to be grown-up?

How do you know when you're there? Is it directing a play? Directing two plays? How about two at once? Is it learning to grocery shop? Enjoying a salad in the evening along with a gently spiked glass of lemonade? Is it falling in love?

Perhaps it is when you stop identifying with the young people. (Or start identifying with the old people) Perhaps it is recognising how terribly sad and gorgeous is the tale of Peter Pan. Is it learning to say 'yes' or learning to say 'no?'

Or does being grown-up lie in not being one? In looking outward and letting the inward work itself out? Does it hinge on appearances or necessitate the unimportance of appearances? Does it mean not needing - or admitting how much you need?