LIFE IS WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU'RE OUT MAKING PLANS

I've often spoke of getting older. How it feels, how we notice, why it sucks, why it doesn't and whatnot. But now, I've come to realize that, if you haven't yet made a major-life-changing-adult-like-decision (eg. buying a house, getting married, having a kid, staring a career, etc.) then you really have no concrete, real evidence of yourself 'growing up.' You're still the same person you were ten years ago, minus some teenage ignorance and acne plus a little more baggage and smarts but still the same desires, dreams and goals. 'Cause, unless you're a born gigolo or recluse without feelings, friends or a soul, everyone yearns for those things - at some level and point in their life (though we don't always get it). Sometimes growing older happens with such silent yet abrupt subtlety like the green scaly growth of a hanging fern, that you only notice the change in others. Like 'kids' carelessly walking by. Yes, the same 'kids' we all used to be, but are now not. But, when did this transformation happen, if you still act, think (sometimes) and want the same things you craved as a kid? (fun, attention, fun) When one gets to the stage of 'invisibility' to the 'kids' we once were, then one knows that one is getting 'older.' Humans of the same age desire to hang out with humans of the same age, as if attracted by a force field of tired minds, nagging injuries, and many memories. Life is what happens when you're out making plans.