On Adulthood

‎”So how old were you on your birthday last month?” Tengo asked, changing subjects.
“Twenty three. A full-fledged adult.”
“Of course,” Tengo said. He was already thirty but yet to have a sense of himself as an adult. It just felt to him like he had spent thirty years in the world. (Haruki Murakami: 1Q84, page 855)

That was Tengo’s thought as he talked to Nurse Adachi, one of the nurses taking care of his dying father in a little town’s hospital for the elderly‎.

The problem with younger people is they tend to think older ages mean more freedom‎ and booze, a privilege to break curfew.

As one gets older, however, ‎they don’t give a damn to the so-called freedom, because they learn already; with greater freedom, comes greater responsibility. And that’s the worst part of being an adult. Responsibility…

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