It seems that nowadays nobody knows what an adult is and when a person becomes one. There are many of us who would like to live a life without taking it seriously. How and when did I become an adult? I have no idea! Although I don't consider myself a child or an infantile, the philosopher Andre Comte-Sponville writes. But this transition took place very gradually and imperceptibly. It was not an event, but a process, a work, a long recovery. I never felt that childhood was a happy time. Becoming an adult meant finally choosing happiness as opposed to childhood. Perhaps we want to part with childhood, but are we ready to be adults? Which one of us (no matter how old we are) is not sometimes covered by the fear of not being able to cope, not being able to stand up for ourselves, the desire to hide under the blanket? Among those with whom we discussed this "Dossier", many exclaimed: "Adult? Me?". Fortunately, no. Don't adults turn into an endangered species, into a club with fewer and few
Are we afraid to be adults? A psychological point of view. Part 1
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