OS INFANTICIDAS

Two friends promise that they will never grow up and that if they do, one day, they will end their own lives. Between the day of the promise and the day adulthood arrives, anxieties and fears, hopes and dreams make it difficult to reach the age of thirty. Reaching the milestone, after all, is as good as it is scary. Perhaps running away to Paris is the solution, but, as the conclusion goes, "we are all heroes at midnight, but cowards at nine in the morning." Does growing up mean compromising? Or do we remain just a little lost children playing this game of wanting to appear very adult?