I hate responsibility, plain and simple. Duty is like a garrote eternally at my throat continually threatening to choke me if I don’t obey and do exactly what I am supposed to. However, being just a young child in the eyes of the world, accountability at this time only demands that I do such things as chores, studying, and working on homework, leaving a bit of time to do what I please. However, upon reaching adulthood such a luxury will not be available, as I will most likely be taking care of my new obligations as a fully-grown man. Although being an adult may seem nice to most high school students, the whole thing is rather over-glorified since the workload just to establish and maintain a living restricts the livelihood that they once had but that shall no longer be see ever again. Therefore, I enjoy my adolescence because being an adult seems largely devoid of pleasure and excitement.

            As a juvenile citizen living in America, I really only have one desire being the kid I am: fun. Now being at the tender age of fifteen enables me access to entertainment quite frequently because it’s somewhat expected of me, for most teenagers often do play sports, video games, and become engrossed within the confines of a television screen as well as other things that could not really be classified as “work”. However, upon reaching my eighteenth birthday, all this will change. My time will be consumed by work in suffocating amounts and not only shall I have to continue my studies, which will become infinitely more rigorous, but I will also have to pay for those lessons with seemingly endless toil for minimum wages. Now quite frankly that is no lifestyle to look forward to, at least for me. So, as I said before, I loathe being responsible and thus my fate to work and study till I drop is one that I refuse to take one step toward until that fatal day I am considered “grown-up”.

            In the naïve eyes of a child, or even my fellow teenagers, adulthood is a new grand adventure to look forward to, promising the glorious freedom from the oppression of parents, however this is an illusion because the status of full maturation is a prison. There are no fun and games to be found in laboring incessantly while growing more white-haired, wrinkly, and ugly by the day though people persist that life will get better later or that they’ll be able to enjoy themselves when they retire. For me, the present is the time to truly be alive. In my current form and age I can do almost anything, or at least a lot of things I will never get to do again when I’m older. So let the rest of the world race to grow up, my existence as it is today shall forever be cherished and savored until the day I die.