You become an adult and things get edges and contracts are binding and your identity gets tighter as your history cannibalizes your future and there’s less room to stretch out and breathe deep, but of course that is only looking at it one way, for in another way there are depths in the tightness and passion in the exactitude, and an adult can still be a child whenever he wishes, the only difference is that now he has become his own parent, and his adult self cares for the safety and hunger of his child self, he is grown up and powerful to play his role in society, but also young and curious to step into a forest on the weekend and hug a tree as if it were all for the first time. Child is not only for youth and adult is not only for grown up, they are both within me always.