I cried,
I realized with every tear that I was letting my imagination die, and with each gulping breath and tear
the realization allowed me to hold it, to embrace it, to bring it back to life again.
Yes, maybe that the whole point to life was not purse continuous happiness, but it neither is suffering.
It is to accept, to learn, to be strong, to persevere, to feel, to love.
Because why do anything?
Because we can.

To hold onto the Joy, Imagination, the awesomeness that is the infinite possibility of the perspective of a child, with the ability to will, to act and be strong as an adult all while gaining the wisdom of old. At this, I feel and shed a tear as I gulp my last surge of embraced realization on this matter for the night as I let passion, dreams and possibility enter my hollowed hallowed soul. I must create.

Those who scoff in disbelief
whether in sadness or in doubt
may have lost it
their ability to dream in death

But who am I to scoff at them?
I am not there.
Respect for all that is greater than I
for I am nothing.

In this I find strength and infinite possibility.

As a labeled millennial (born in 1992) I have the greatest of all scenarios. I haven't really had a hard life because I had family and parents who sacrificed to be able to create a good future for their kids. I life in an age of abundance, of bliss, where the main goal of life seems to be happiness, yet happiness is just a pretty color on life's rainbow road. It seems more of a passing feeling rather than a destination.

I feel torn. I feel the eyes of those who are asking me to join the real world, and I ask them, "What real world is this?" The real world where we kill each other for profits? Where we limit ourselves and interactions based on skin biases? Where we must sacrifice our dreams in order to survive? Why not have it all?

Yet, I am constantly reminded of my soft, luxurious perspective, I have not had to deal with major hardship so I think all is possible, I have not had to make major sacrifices, am I undisciplined and impractical? or do I harbor some key to life, a fulfilling life, a passionate life that those who see as impractical have lost and shut it out as it does not fit their world view.

I have always had accessed to good food, loving parents, fresh water, positive validation, shoes, clothes, transportation, education and creative opportunities.

I am well aware of my luxurious circumstances, I fare better than 95 percent of the world's population, and well more than 99.9 percent better than any humans that have lived before me. We have the internet, more knowledge than one can fill a mind with in a lifetime, mass social interaction, AC, medicine, instant gratification. Yet I refuse to grow up.

I will take on more responsibility. I will utilize limited resources optimally to achieve goals that benefit stakeholders. I will continue to take what I have learned in order to continue learning in order to create an optimal future for myself and those around me. But I will not grow up,

Is the point of childhood to have a few good blissful years, not knowing how good childhood really is? Then, to be thrust into the world as imagination, hope and playfulness dies because it is not realistic and practical?

How do you convince a firm that research and development is worth the cost? Results, yet quality results take time; action takes skill; skill takes learning and learning requires effort.

My elders worked hard jobs in order to establish themselves in society, which made imagination a luxury. I, thankfully, live in such a state of luxury compared to the poor, starving warmongering world the majority of millennials with an internet connection do. I don't feel bad about it. With this luxury, I have retained my ability to dream, to imagine, to play. I will use this to create a better future through action.

But I regret the day that I did not act, so I must act in order to not regret today.