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Twenty-one years is a long time to live for the twenty-one year old. Most at that age are convinced they are adults. They KNOW it. They fit the standard definition.

It can probably be said that there is not a single adult on the planet. Not totally.

Dim view of humanity? Not at all. The point is that we are born, mature, become supposed adults, grow old and die. No one can define an exact stage in life. And that is where the understanding of being an adult becomes difficult: knowing definition.

Time interferes with every effort we make to do what we perceive is correct for our own needs and the needs of others. Time changes our view of things. Definition can be a disastrous path because it automatically puts one set of thoughts in the box labeled right and another set in a box labeled wrong. Once that happens, someone gets hurt.

Look at the life that surrounds you, meaning really look. You will see that this world is created by the book. All is laid out according to the dictionary. Every aspect of life has a hierarchy and expectations within that hierarchy. Step out of that box and in some cases you risk social collapse.

Humans tend to love stationary. Tradition becomes more than something fun, important or even sacred. It becomes a roadblock to growth and an addiction to the mind. Ask those who embrace tradition to let go of it and watch the resistance.

Once you find yourself well past twenty-one and heading toward sixty, time has a way of altering your viewpoint on what “knowing” really is. If the sixty-year-old had a life that caused the expansion of the mind and heart, allowing for growth, knowing becomes a thing of the past—a thing for twenty-one year olds. Painful tradition can fade away. Hierarchies disappear.

Some fifteen-year-old kids know enough not to know. No one has to reach sixty to embrace this thinking. It only takes an open mind with enough guts to realize there is no single right. There is no known definition.