Adulthood is overestimated

Sometimes I miss the time when I thought I'd figured out the meaning of life. The world seemed more...orderly. As if youth had all the carrots and now all that is left are the sticks.

But, and I just thought of that, when you're older you might be the one holding the stick. Unfortunately that perspective doesn't make it any more appealing to me. There's a catch to being down-to-earth - you can't escape some of the dirt sticking on you.