Liner notes from an upcoming project, about which more later.
At some point you figure out that you must be what they call a person. And you start digging around to find out who this person is, or maybe just make him or her up as you go along.
As you notice everything around you changing, so do you.
You have energy you don’t always know what to do with. You are, to be honest, not always what they call very balanced. Your body is full of hormones and your soul is full of feelings: you go quickly from darkness to the kind of euphoria you’ll miss when you grow older and become more “balanced”.
The world starts becoming visible to you, in a way it didn’t before.
You start figuring out how things are. You notice they haven’t always been this way, so you start thinking they might be changed. And then you start thinking maybe you can be the one who changes them.
The most important people your life become people you aren’t related to. You make friends you’ll know for the rest of your life — which to you is still an unimaginably long time.
You start making money, and spending money. And people with things to sell suddenly become interested in you, and they start trying to make you interested in their things. (They will even hire clever people who are good at making you think that if you buy their things then other people will like you more and that you’ll be a happier person.)
You discover all kinds of art and it moves you. You find you suddenly have very strong opinions about many things and people.
You look at people who are a few years older than you, convinced you’ll never end up like them. (Just as they did before you.)
Things are all a bit chaotic and brutal and unrefined. And unforeseen, because you’ve never done this before. You’re doing everything for the first time ever.
Sometimes it’s not a pretty sight. But when it’s fun it’s more fun than your older self will ever have.
You make mistakes. And you think everything’s all over because of them. And then you find out that it’s not, and that things just go on. You’ll even learn that sometimes what you thought were mistakes happen to lead you to very good places.
You fall in love for the first time. You get your heart broken. You fall in love again.
You try to find a place where you can fit in, even while standing out.
You are not always a very good person, to be honest. And you’ll do and say lots of things you later regret doing or saying. Unless you manage to just forget them, which also works.
But you’re also a surprisingly good person who wants to do good things and help others and generally make the world a better place, because you think you can. And maybe you will.