TTK No. 35
Looking through the keyhole at my tiny experience, I was a child a lot longer than I admitted. And when I finally did realize how much a child I was, about the age of 31, I didn’t quite care anymore. If anything, at that point I wanted to embrace my childish qualities even more (the good shit, of course, like wonder, in-the-moment awareness and water-off-the-duck’s-back forgiveness; not so much the other stuff, like wanting to be comforted by a woman like a spoiled little boy who ate too many peppermint candies).