growing up
Someone once said that being a child was like being insane. If that’s the case, then maturing can be thought of as becoming sane. This all makes sense to me–my notion of some crazy includes doing things seemingly without reason, and children seem to do the same. At some point the search for meaning sets in, and thereafter we all need motivations and reasons for doing anything. What perplexes me is how in my own mind I can not have changed the way I perceive the world, just the way I analyze it, in growing up. Then again, memory is faulty.