As a child, I loved Peter Pan. I loved the book, the play, the movies and I never for the life of me understood why Wendy refused to go back to Neverland with Peter. Staying a child forever sounded like the dream.
Then, unfortunately (as Peter would say), I grew up. Being a Peter Pan child forever meant forgetting experiences and people, never learning from them, and essentially recreating oneself from scratch every day. As alluring as the idea sounded then, and to be honest, it sounds pretty darn tempting even today, I’ve been discovering another part of adulthood recently: stasis.Read More