Eventually, if you’ve managed to live long enough, you get to the point where there’s no more waiting to see what you become once you’ve grown up.
Because whatever that is, you’re already doing. For better, or worse.
On one hand, it’s liberating. Hurrah! You’ve made it!
On another, it’s terrifying. Because now you have no more excuses, nowhere to hide.
This is it.
Welcome to being truly alive.