I reminisce on being a child and worrying about simpler ideas. As an adult I sometimes recall asking my younger

self for advice because I don’t know where else to turn to when I dont have anyone to ask advice from… But I realized one day that asking my younger self for advice will only get me so far. Life was different back then. Resolutions were,in a sense, predictable because the issues were simpler. As and adult, some of the things one is trying to figure out have higher stakes…From the perspective of being a child all the adults seemed to always know what was happening and what to do as life presents it’s self. I now wonder how many adults did I know as a kid were actually having an existential crisis? I wonder if there was anyone there to help them or were they suffering alone with all the questions of life. How many adults were starting over or transitioning in to the next chapter of their lives while I’m just walking by “marrying crayons” together!?… I’ve had to “start over” so many times in my adulthood I just don’t know what to believe or do anymore; this spirals daily as of lately in my head… I wonder how many adults now are suffering through the anxiety of not knowing what to do. I wonder if I’m the only one feeling like they’re gonna miss out on life’s steps if the pieces don’t fall the right way. I just hope It all works out in the end