Generational values. As a kid I could not comprehend myself as an adult.
Growing up would happen. I had no idea what it would make me. Vital and lucidly aware of my young blood spirit was all I was to myself into my twenties.
I distrusted that learning gained through maturation would make me forget what I know. Like my soul was a backpack that I had carefully filled and any new experiential conditioning might require me to abandon my dearest constructs.
It seemed that people grew up and figured out how to navigate adult life and this knowledge displaced what they used to know. It seemed like they gained a lot of important understanding but did they forget the rest? or abandon it on purpose? or simply evolve past it?
From a child’s viewpoint it can’t be known. What I know in retrospect is that real rebellion and individualism is not fashionable, principle and character are nothing without it. And vice versa.