I wonder what it's like to be grown up. I've heard that as you get older you start to see a ceiling above you, and that ceiling becomes clearer and clearer with each passing day. I've seen that as people get older they become more content with what they have with each passing day. I've seen life that was so vibrant and bright grow dimmer and dimmer with each passing day. One day in church I heard the pastor urge the congregation to never let their passion for evangelism fade. He shared about how people often lose interest in church community after college, justifying the whole thing as "just a phase".

"Grown up" uses the past tense because the growing process is done. There is nothing left for itself but to follow the laws of physics and gradually decay. Bones rust and the flesh weakens. Finally upon death we decompose back into nature. Eventually there's no trace left of our own identity in this world. Not a single soul left that remembers those contributions to this world, which you were once so proud of. Of course that's such a sad and depressing thought that I never like to think about it. I guess we're the first species to become conscious of this inconvenient truth. Ironically we approach it in the same way that every other organism in this universe does. Just focus on the task at hand. Don't bite the hand that feeds, don't bother if that person's an inconvenience, and WHATEVER YOU DO don't look under the foundation. You might realize that there really is nothing underneath.

Tiny, noiseless sparks in the sky.