|"And now, Peter Pan, you shall die." "To die would be an awfully big adventure."|
|"Can you use it?"|
|"Forget them Wendy. Forget them all."|
I often ask myself, "Why Peter? Why not Aragorn or Legolas or Hermione Granger or Percy Jackson or Holly Shorts? Why the cocky little boy named 'Peter...Pan?'"
I don't think it's his cockiness (The reason why Hook hates him so much). I don't even think it's Barrie's eloquent writing or Hogan's brilliant directing.
I think it's the fact that I can relate to him, and I think that's why he's lasted for so long. People can relate to his refusal to grow up.
To me, adults have always (and still are) fuddy-duddies. Realists. Concerned more with the future than the now. The what rather than the why.
They've forgotten how to dream.
They've forgotten how to live!
My little mind used to reason that if that's what happens when you 'grow up,' I don't want to grow up!
I want to dream. I want to live in the now. I want to be able to still ask, "Why?"
|"'Tis a powerful thing."|
Now, I'm taking on responsibility myself. I'm not near as afraid to associate with "grown-ups" as I used to be. I worry more than I used to.
I'm growing up.
For a while, I fought it tooth and nail. I made an effort to not see what needed to be done, so
|"Or I'll cast anchor in you!"|
Then I started to see it was okay to grow up and take on responsibility. I could grow up and still dream. I could grow up and didn't have to worry. After all, God's on my side when I'm on his, right?
It's okay to grow up, because it's still my choice as to the person I become.