the world of adult deception

"...does it matter what others think of one here, they will only think it anyway, and where the more you ask them to respect your views the less they will do so, why so, because in requesting them you have shown your own uncertainty about it..." mentioned the anonymous goblin once more, adding "...but let me explain to you the world of adults here, where most probably if you're like me you have someone who depends upon you too, therefore there can be no real independence on the outside of oneself now, all humans are dependent, so instead, as an adult here, one builds up a sense of inner detachment and acceptance, something resembling a garden that secretly needs to be cultivated from a tender age too, all built on lies and deception perhaps, yet till one knows better most folk still look like surface dwellers without gardens who are simply swayed by those trinkets and trappings of their dailylives, naah most adults aren't so superficial are they , just that's how their deception goes, their choice perhaps, your choice too perhaps, anyway somewhere along the line one stumbles across that garden path within, being one's journey to self here, doubling up for one's journey to death too, yet a journey all the same...", just that the late season had told the goblin to burn autumn's leaves in his inner garden while there was still time to..."