Ode to Emerging Adulthood

The Age of Twixters is upon us, has been, and will not go away.
It lasts too long and comes too soon; it makes everything seem both bright and dreary.
It's a light that causes more shadows than illuminations, waiting for the next step in the maze.
Yet, for those who walk by the light of this lantern, the steady steps begin to falter as the maze becomes a hill becomes a wood becomes a mountain.
The mirror walks before us, reflecting every move. While all the while we're lost, throwing coins in fountains for someone to connect, someone to direct, someone to let us be independent while depending.
Crying out for consistency while changing plans at every turn. 
Do we really know what we want? And why does that matter?

Emerging Adulthood is the span of life from "18 till one enters adulthood." Ok, so when is that? Adulthood is that varying, shifting idea that never really happens until children start to call us Mom and Dad and others refer to us as Mr. and Ms. We are so focused on ourselves, our needs, our wants, our desires that we forget to look past us and see the world. But social justice is "trendy" to us. We're fighting for our right to support the rights of others. We want this utopia that never ends when all we really get is lost in the fog. Where did this come from? From whom did this appear?


It may be that life itself has brought this change. It may be that the ever-changing sands of culture have shifted us into this position. Yet, we have no one to blame but ourselves. We have brought out this change, striving to stay as long as possible in our cocoons of irresponsibility and parental reliance. The world is not out to get us. Our government is not destroying us. The world is not moving towards those other ideas in 1984 and A Brave New World. At least, not yet. No, we just need to remember that life is more than what we get or what we do or what we are. Life is meant to be lived, not planned, segregated, and compartmentalized. Life is life itself, and it belongs to another land beyond the veil of this three-dimensional realm we call Earth. Life is lived by the soul. 

This is what we've forgotten. This is why we cannot move past ourselves. We've forgotten how to live from our soul.