I look at lonely people everyday.
People in their 40s, doing the same as they were in their 20s.
Doesn’t a lightbulb click somewhere in that mind?
Grow Up.
Find Love.
Be Happy.
I feel bad for the miserable man who ends each of his days at a bar.
But I look and I learn, that won’t be me.
I had to grow up quickly, and still have a lot of growing left to do.
Yet what I have left to learn about life is different.
What I have left is growing into a better person, a better version of myself.
There’s a difference between improving upon oneself, and when parents tell their little ones to “grow up.”
When do we reach that realization?
When does the lightbulb click? 
When do we grow up?