There is so much that I want to say. 

I should start off with that. 

To understand life, growth, development, love..  

Is overhwhelming... startling... it's a mind acrobat. 

 

I've spent months trying to grasp it all, 

Contemplating what I'd regret, 

But the day I realized that I am an adult, 

Is the day I learned the meaning of "forget." 

 

I know it seems simple, 

But please, hear me out. 

It happened at the beach on a Thursday,  

In the afternoon, at 4 o'clock, about. 

 

As I stood alone on the rocks 

Feeling grateful for my youth, 

I reminisced on all my memories, 

With loved ones, myself,  and even that starbucks booth.

 

Am I wasting my time? 

Am I doing enough? 

Hey, how's Lila doing? 

Agh, my head felt stuffed. 

 

That's when I did realize, 

That for me, life means to remember. 

To bind your mind to your 

Hands, your heart, and surrender. 

 

To the feelings they surface,

Or the trembling on your lips.  

The tickle-feeling in your toes, 

to the clenching in your fists.  

 

And accept when memories don't, 

Or when you do draw a blank. 

Just always try your best

To keep a mental reserve bank. 

 

So, I started keeping a diary 

Of memory-worthy meetings, 

Because time won't stop for anything ever, 

as it is continuously fleeting. 

 

Doing this makes me feel grounded, 

Like a mentally adult level has been met,   

This hasn't happened to me before  

But for the rest of life, I feel mentally set.  

 

I hope that if you haven't yet, 

You do soon figure out 

what "Adult" means to you

And live it, be it, scream it and shout.