Lost Footprints In The Frost

I'm not unique even in my fears. Everybody who came before me was uncertain about their future. Scared about their parents aging. Stabilizing into relationships which soon turn into a rut. Everybody who will come after will go through it too. Adulting is not the real problem, not doing it well is. The way I see it, growing up entails, more than anything else, keeping anxieties at bay to get through the day.

We may all be special little flakes, but in a mound of snow, what tells us apart?