Adults Don’t Exist
When I was little, I believed in adults. But now, I see the truth: children just get bigger.
I mean, think about all of the dumbo politicians you see nowadays. No matter what side of the political isle you land on, I’m sure you can think of a few. Are those dumbos really adults? Or just oversized children?
When I was a child, no matter what question I had, I always knew who to go to: the adults. They were the ones who had life figured out, and who actually knew what the hell was going on. I, on the other hand, was torn between asking where the universe came from and having another twinkie.
As I grew older, however, I realized something terrifying: the adults actually don’t have life figured out, and they don’t actually know what the hell is going on. They’re just as clueless as children, they’ve just been given more authority.
In other words: Adults don’t exist. They’re a myth.
I mean, do any of us really know what life is actually about? Do any of us actually know why we’re here, and what we’re meant to do on this planet? Or are we all just walking around pretending we have it all figured out, when really we have no idea?
In the words of the philosopher Albert Camus, “humans are creatures who spent their lives trying to convince themselves that their existence is not absurd.” Camus also said that “the absurd is the essential concept and the first truth.”
What we really want is for our lives to be valuable and meaningful. But value and meaning are both heavily subjective. This means that we can never be sure if something actually is valuable and meaningful, or if it just seems valuable and meaningful.
This is what makes our lives absurd. We are always seeking something, but we can never truly know if we have it or not. The best we can do is guess.
The difference between children and adults is this: children guess, and adults pretend that they know.
And me? I don’t even guess. I just accept the fact that I have no fucking clue.