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I'm 42 and in a way I am still a child. And why not? I am not married, nor I am in a relationship, I don't have children of my own - nothing stops me from being a child for as long as I want to and I don't see why I should want to stop at any time. I tried being a full-time grownup - and I didn't like it. Judging by the adults that I deal with daily they don't seem to be very happy with their choice but it doesn't even occur to them they could reverse it.

Sure, we all have bills to pay; and if your car breaks down the problem will not disappear if you ignore it; and it sucks if you have to be stuck in traffic for a couple of hours; and it sucks even more if you disagree with your boss but you can't afford to even hint about it. To be an adult is to deal with all the boring but inescapable unpleasantries that life has to offer and offers in a generous supply. But why would one choose to hold to all that unavoidable mess as if it's a sacred cow or something is beyond my understanding when there's an enormous offering of other things to be amused by. Like this short article on the latest image captured byHubble Space Telescope. In that article there's a paragraph I found hilarious:
"The Pistol Star is a blue hypergiant and one of the most luminous in our galaxy. It’s not expected to last long: it will burn through its fuel in just a couple of million years."

So, a couple of million years is not long. My mind can't even cope with one hundred thousand years, let alone millions. Isn't it fascinating? Of course it is useless piece of information that is not going to help you in any way to find a nice kindergarten for your kid but if you need to be explained why it is so fascinating then, I'm afraid, you are caged in adulthood without parole.

Beautiful stars, are they not?