The awkward moment I realised I was no longer a child but a full-blown adult

As a child, we will see and experience their essence. I do all the possible things to explore, touch, feel, feel, chew, hit, and understand it

We divide things and we put together other things. We rolled them up and stared at them. We jumped on them

Sometimes this is not just the reason that we first encountered the object of interest. As it becomes our reality, we will repeat this exploration. I will immediately tell you why I call it "reality" rather than "our" reality.

When my mother cooks pancakes, she will give me a small part of the dough. I can use the dough freely to make what I want.

If you asked me, that idea did not show up in my mind. I am making animals with fabulous dough. Why should I make a boring pizza?

If that is the comfort that I give to myself, then does it mean that adults can not become an explorer? Does my adult kill explorers to remove children's images?

Children are more and more enthusiastic to explore the same things over and over again. They can watch their favorite movies and enjoy the same fun again and again. Suspense is not yet a suspense

Their enthusiasm will build at every stage of interaction with things. Passing object X to the baby (I will insist on using the female pronoun from now on.

Sometimes it does not even go to the first stage of exploration. This is a sad curse of the (urban) human - the lack of enthusiasm for exploration

When I became an adult, it was a wonderful afternoon when I was in puberty, but when I began to recognize the world around me, it actually shocked me It was. Due to the "definition" given to me, I noticed myself restricting my exploration.

As you can see, this definition hindered my investigation. "Semantic" things are suitable for adults. It may be "of children"

Think about it, as a child, everything is a plaything. Then it's the moment of applying meaning to them like adults

Congratulations that all of the above became fake games and no longer true, you finally become adults

We told you to explain "our reality". Here - the lava between the sofas is our reality, not the reality. I am a super hero, my reality is no one else. The paper plane I made is authentic to me; but this is cruel for them.

Please imagine that you can only challenge the definition and train yourself to encourage delusions (in a good way). Please find your own reality in what we find

For a while, I hope that you can discuss with me. As we have done, we can turn it into a comprehensive discussion and then disappear in the bedroom to make up for it. Is this not always the case? I have a hard time recalling us recently. I listened to the sound of the gulls, smelled salty water in a place several feet away from my body, I was busy feeling a thin white sand beach under my feet. Looking at the ocean, our story is small and unimportant. All the waves I see are a little less, I will cry for you.

It is only instinct to learn to open my eyes before my dream becomes a perfect nightmare. When I did this, I sat directly on the bed, grabbed the surface of consciousness, chaotic for a while, and heavy, and I tried to remember the exact shape of the dreams that appeared in my memory. I am looking for different things every night. Then it disappeared. Recent dreams have changed into endless corridors and dirty maze like rooms. I want to know what my subconscious mind is looking for. I know that whatever it is, I am very worried about losing it. My fear of the night fueled my fear of the day, and I lost this desire. What is needed? What did you miss? I can ask myself several times over and over. One after another

After my first full week, I got tired from wearing heavy boots for 6 hours a night. Then as time went by, after I returned home, I stopped kneeling at bed, but I began lifting the bottle box with one hand and I noticed that I did not feel that I was suffocating. Returning to the bar, there were lots of things missing in the city work. I am no longer a gear of the machine. It is advisable to hold events, make posters, design Christmas decorations. I was unemployed in the crisis and I read articles on investment bankers who received manual work such as woodworking and plumbing. They are reporting that the feeling is the same as the emotion of happiness and emotional happiness is being strengthened. We measure success through the exquisite suit and desk, but I will not stop thinking about why we are used to thinking like this in this way. I work in a bar. Why will this lower me than those working for accounts payable? There is none