When is one truly an adult?
Many have argued different moments in time
Or concepts of a more developmental nature
I myself have gravitated towards a concept more sublime
Simple but untestable in nature
The internet calls it sonder
I consider that a first blush with adulthood
The first realization
The thought everyone else is just as real as you
Then the acceptance of that reality
And a constant carrying of that weight
That those a world away, starving, dying
Or those next door, filled with kindness or vehement hatred
The smart and the dumb, the kind and the evil
All are equal to you in experience, in inherent value.
Some never realize, and die children trapped in their own world
Others realize it far too soon, they live their lives responsibly
never knowing the freedom of ignorance
Some reject the truth and choose to remain childish
Others play the part without truly knowing
And my utmost respect goes to the last group
Those who act kind without knowledge
Without the validation of full appreciation
A selfish world expanded to include others
An oxymoronic state, formed purely of selflessness
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