Our early years are filled with an extraordinary number of firsts: our first job, our first shitty report-card, even the first time we file taxes on our own. It’s unsurprising that many of us find ourselves coloring more within the lines after each passing year.
Who cares if the adult wants the dinosaur to be purple: it’s going to be every color of the rainbow.
I find myself jealous of this disregard for what everyone else thinks. A few months ago, I saw a kid dive into a coloring book armed with what looked like eighteen different uncapped markers, hell-bent on a mission bent fueled purely by chaos.
