A statement about being an adult

Adulthood doesn't exist. At least not in the sense that it’s a stage you step into at some point in life, a place where your elders want to see you the latest by your thirties, an elite club to which you automatically gain access when you sign a mortgage.

You've been thrown out of childhood into the unknown, like being spat out of a wave, and you've been trying to figure it out ever since. Always chasing something, career, money, status, things, people..