There are many stories that stick with us as we grow up. They remind us of happier times sitting down and either watching it unfold or letting it bloom in our minds as we read the words printed in a book. It’s a strange thing, growing up. We forget we’re doing it and one day we look back and mourn the loss of childhood. Some of us have children in the underlying hopes that we live, once more, what we had long ago. We share those stories we promised ourselves never to forget; the stories that made us immortal in our minds.

We were superheroes, wizards, cowboys, fairies, robbers, ninjas, and pirates. We had sword fights and shootouts. We scaled castle walls and crawled through trenches. There was no impossible with us. Towels served as capes just as couch cushions were the impenetrable walls to our fort. We were gods among men.

But the clock ticked by while we danced and played to our heart’s content, and we had to grow up. There’s one story that keeps me sane through this growing up that I’m going through: The tale of a boy who could fly. For me, my earliest memory of the story was *When the first baby laughed for the first time, its laugh broke into a thousand pieces, and they all went skipping about, and that was the beginning of fairies* -JM Barrie

It wasn’t just JM Barrie’s tale alone that drilled its way into my life, but the continuation of the story by James V. Hart. The movie *Hook* taught me a few things about growing up. Peter Pan grew up. He fell for the same trick Time pulled on us… he lived for the adventure. Yes, Peter grew up, but he showed us that it’s okay to go back. It’s alright to pretend and play.


It seems most of us are waiting for our next adventure when we grow up. We keep waiting and waiting and get drawn into the limbo of just pushing through and thinking something huge is coming. So when is it coming? It’s not unless you go get it.

For some, that adventure is getting a new home. It could be moving to a new place or buying your own car. Sometimes, it’s dying. Death is the next great adventure for people who have had their share of adventures in this life. We should never fear death, but we should also cherish life. It can be hard at times and people go on that next adventure way before they’re due. Others suffer at their expense. When life becomes more of a burden, that decision to end it is the final choice for some.

Never take that final choice as the answer. There are troubling times in our lives for a reason. They are adventures that you, as the hero, must overcome and defeat.

All the world’s a stage, and all the men and women merely players: they have their exits and their entrances, and one man in his time plays many parts, his acts being seven ages. -William Shakespeare

No one should ever take their exit early. Always remember you have a part to play no matter how big or small. There is always help and a hand waiting to help you back up. Look around. There are more people around you who have ventured in their minds and dared to imagine that next adventure. I’m one, but I have a pillar I can lean on. Everyone does. Just look. Father Time is the only one who decides when we can rest between journeys. Trust him and your next quest will be amazing.