Don’t let anyone tell you
to renounce your brightest dreams.
Adult is not a synonym for mild.
But like a tree that wants to be taller,
you must also burrow
deep into the earth.
Ask yourself big questions
until the answers
spill out of you,
bare as bone.
Growing up is also growing in,
getting to know the parts of you
that you have dressed up
so long for others.
This is the best part of getting older.
Not the freedom to do what you want,
but the freedom to be who you are,
to be responsible
and also to be fearless.
If you don’t believe me,
go walk among the trees,
generous and stable,
yet see how they dance in the wind,
how they never stop craning their tips
at the stars.