Worry About Being A Adult

Do I worry? Not so much now. There are years between adulthood and myself that I have many other things to worry about--like the present. Getting through school and other stresses that throw themselves up in my face at the last minute. Assignments that seem so monumental now, but are really minuscule in the grand scheme of things. But there are times late at night or times when there is a lull period that my mind wanders to other things that are lodged in my subconscious.

Times when I think about moving out and and paying taxes on my own like my father has done on so many late nights. Times when I find myself thinking about the stress that my parents go through for us; running around and getting to places that we think are no big deal. Times when I realize that one day I won't have my parents to lean on for support and money and clothing, food and shelter. Where I will have to make my own money and find the time to pay my rent or house payments or credit cards. 

Sometimes after I pay heed to all these things, I wonder if going to live in the forest as a hermit would permit less stress. Of course I would have to buy necessities before leaving. Then hunt my own food and find adequate plants to eat so I didn't end up poisoning myself. 

But then again, I wonder how I would keep in touch with my family and friends. Silence would eventually drive even the sanest person crazy.

But for now, I don't have yet to worry about those things. I do have apprehension for the future--who wouldn't?--but I don't let it plague me until I go crazy myself. 

Before that happens though I usually switch off my light and lull myself to sleep with promises of tomorrow, and of the fact that my life has yet to come to that cross-road.