Date Published: January 20, 2026
Time Published: 6:20 PM
Category: Prose
Theme: The overwhelming fear of adulthood that is slowly coming closer with each night that passes.
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The question is simple, merely just a conversation starter, but it completely catches me off guard. My mouth opened but closed once again as I hesitate—not knowing how and where to start.
Lately, my mind has started to feel louder with each night that passes. And no, its not because anything terrible has happened to me recently, but because of the thought that everything is just about to.
For so long, the future was just a vague idea so far ahead that I would always brush it aside with a small laugh or an "I'll think about it later" but now it lingers too close—like a perfume that never goes away, its scent especially stronger at times when the world goes quiet and I'm left alone by myself to think.
It feels as if a cliff that was once not even by my line of sight is suddenly too close for comfort and all I could do is stand frozen, as the edge that once felt so distant, stands right in front of me, and with just one single step forward, adulthood—the thing that seemed so far away—would be something that I'm falling deep into.
With that thought, that constantly disturbs my once peaceful nights, I find myself awake, thinking about all the events that comes with adulthood that I know I can't escape even if I wanted to. Graduation. College Applications. Adulthood. Words that were once exciting dreams for a younger me—dreams that were once too far to reach, but now an overwhelming nightmare that echoes over and over in my head in the dark.
The idea that I'll soon be responsible not just for my grades, but for my whole life, for my future, creates a heavy weight on my shoulders each night.
I try to replay the past in my head like a broken record—trying to tune out the echoes of adulthood. Back then, I didn't even feel this weight. Now I desperately try to hold onto what's left of my past—stopping myself from dropping into the cliff that has now become a nightmare, as my childhood fades quietly, night by night, thought by thought.
The question still hangs in the air, waiting for an answer.
"A penny for your thoughts?"
So I take a deep breath, steady myself, and finally say,
"I'm just thinking about the future... and hoping I'll be ready when it finally gets here."
These were the only words that I could blurt out as I yet again took a deep breath hoping that someday I'll look back and realize this wasn't the moment I was about to fall—but the moment I learned how to fly on my own.
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