The other day, I called my dad, in tears, telling him that I didn’t want to be an adult anymore. His response…”but your whole life all you’ve ever wanted was to grow up…” concerned, that his daughter, 1500 miles away, was having a break down and wanted to give up. But it wasn’t that I wanted to give up, it is that I don’t know what I’m going for. I don’t know what my goal is. Do I have to have a goal? All this growth I’m doing, to live in the moment, to enjoy my life, to develop hobbies, to explore my dreams…is there some end that I’m working towards? I don’t think so. And I don’t know the point. Maybe the point is that there is no point, there is no end, until you die. Until you die, you have your whole life to be whatever you want…