Five years ago today I fully grasped Metamorphosis for the very first time. Schools give these books to children long before they have the life experience or any real capability to understand them. Kafka is wasted on youth. Sartre as well.
Would you call this growth or is it merely the necessity of being alive long enough to devolve to the level of base awareness. For all the delusions of humanity to erode and crumble away like dry mud.
So what do you tell kids in the meanwhile when they feel you are wasting their time?
Don't worry. You're going to just wake up one day thirty years from now and have a holy shit moment.