when i grow up

when we're kids, we talk about what we want to be when we grow up. the endless possibilities we line up in our little minds about who we'll be, what we'll do, where we'll go. as we grow up we step into reality knocking off one by one those dream jobs we wanted to have. some grow up to be what they wanted to be, most end up at a desk job forgetting about their past aspirations to be that firefighter, doctor, lawyer, president, musician, etc. as for others, we continue to live in the same world where that long list just gets longer. we become adults who think with the same minds we had as kids. immature? living in an illusionistic world? a big baby? maybe I'm refusing to grow up and face the reality of having responsibilities or the idea of settling down. always floating around and just wanting to enjoy my life. one year in s. korea, another in d.c., two in india, another two in haiti, to l.a. for one, etc. that's life...to me. who will I be? a passerby. what will I do? build friendships. where will I go? everywhere. or, will reality soak in and make me decide to stay. why does society have to pound into our minds that we cannot possibly have a real life without the settling, without the stability, without the responsibilities. social conventions. social norms. social pressures. society in which westernization paints our life for us, sets our goals before us. spontaneity, risk, pleasure in the unknown, fear of the unknown versus the dread of taking the next step already set up for you. what will we become? can we accept it? will we be content?