Since I was 18, people around me have been begging me to “finally grow up.” Namely: find a “normal job”, stop doing “well, this mysticism”, write your own stupid books, dress strangely, scaring the already frightened layman...
Actually, having received such comments all my life, I realized one thing - I will never grow up. That is, I won’t turn into a sad piece of shit, living a boring, measured and predictable life. And those who have not transformed are capable of happiness, success and development. And for wealth, by the way.
What characterizes the inner world of a teenager - a search for oneself, a protest against everyday life, a desire to stand out, a fight against outdated attitudes, a storm of emotions, a heightened sense of justice, curiosity, a thirst for experimentation in everything.
And also the absence of fear of the future, and the feeling that the whole world is open to you and here it is, in the palm of your hand. It seems that then something breaks, and you end up with boring men and women, trudged home from work in mouse-gray down jackets.
Actually, maintaining teenage maximalism and drive within yourself is a real thrill. And here's what's most interesting...
Now understand one thing - everyone who achieves serious results, despite academic degrees, the number of employees, zeros on their account or awards - they are all teenagers. Teenagers are tough, vulnerable, vengeful, and expressive.
The body grows, and the game world grows. The soldiers become alive, from flesh and blood, but if they die alone, new ones will soon grow. The pupae become alive and juicy, they can be reshaped to make them absolutely beautiful. Cars are becoming big and beautiful, followed by airplanes, houses, and boats. An adult mind in symbiosis with the consciousness of a teenager is cool for them and scary for faceless adults whose teenager died. Teenagers can come to an agreement, they can quarrel, but if a teenager is not detected in you, then you become a soft toy, faceless, and he will not communicate with you.
Keep your inner teenager, even if you have fallen into the “grandmother” mode, the teenager is simply sleeping like an enchanted prince. Wake him up with a game...
What does your inner teenager want?
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