Nobody actually wants to grow up. So why not just not do it?
Wasn't life better with that childish exuberance where anything was possible? No romance; no job; no over-excessive workload from university (which, for all intents and purposes, is school).
Even the horrifically hormonal teenage years, with an imbalance of everything and not understanding how your life could possibly fit together. Every argument, every poxy homework and every day where they said that you're not doing enough to do your exams well. Every little niggling emotion of the girls you fancy soon to become common knowledge only to be forced into embarrassment when the lack of reciprocation of the said emotion becomes even more common knowledge; and the eventual realisation that being yourself will never get you anywhere; a conclusion eventually turned on its head when you realise all anyone actually wants in sincerity.
Then the hard work kicks in and society forces us to settle into adult life early. We end up in relationships. We end up twenty-year-olds regretting everything we've done in our lives because our lives only began at sixteen the day that school was over; and four years of regret is enough. I've done utterly stupid things in the past. Been too nice; too harsh; too strong willed; the list goes on.
Life, before sixteen (which wasn't actually proper life, but anyway) was simple; the simple things were fantastic and you could see life as it was meant to be.
Lament for the days, they're dead and gone, the world made it this way.
