How does one know when they’ve finally become an adult?

Society says 18. I say bullshit. Thinking back to those days I can’t say I was grown – not in the slightest.

How did I know? Because everyone else seemed so much older; I still looked at them with awe and wonder, for what it must be like to know what they must know.

25 is when I first felt like an adult. It’s when I truly realized that the people older than me, 30, 40, 50 don’t have some magical wisdom or the answers to everything.

They’re people, with fears, ambitions, insecurities who want – no, who need – to be loved… just like you and me.