"Every child is an artist. The problem is how to remain an artist once he grows up."
- Pablo Picasso
THERE WAS A TIME WHEN we thought that people in their twenties were adults, or that being an adult entailed having everything figured out. It takes just a couple of years into your twenties to show you that you might even reach your thirties without having arrived at some preconceived destination of professional fulfillment and personal-life happiness. That realization is probably where dissatisfaction with our present kicks in.
The internet, notably social media, thrives on sharing inspirational and, above all, young success stories, and despite knowing that comparison is the thief of joy, we still practice it. We start craving profitable recognition and we are told that it takes hard work, time, or ultimately luck to get to a place where we do what we love and we are paid well for it. When our minds become too engrossed in calculations and plans on how to get to that personally designed utopia, our present tends to suffer. >>
It’s important to work hard for a better future, but it’s also important to slow down and realize that being an adult does not mean that you turn into a productive machine. Eventually, if not your mind then your body gets overwhelmed and it’s only natural for laziness to take over, letting procrastination settle in. And being lazy once in a while is okay. You can’t shed the feeling of guilt that comes with it and you shouldn’t get too comfortable with not doing your best, but it’s good to do things that help remind
you why you were working hard to begin with. Seemingly mundane actions like buying a backpack and art supplies made me realize that even in adulthood, the same things that made me happy as a kid make me happy today, regardless of how small or insignificant they may seem to others.
So here is to the kid roaming around in her backpack unproductively watching the world go by from up high.