Maturity, me?

It took me 27 years but I finally admitted it. Yesterday I came to the realization that I don't want to grow up. I desperately hold on to immaturity, not wanting to give it up for an appropriate adult/parent lifestyle. I struggle with being the man I know I should be and the man I tend to revert to to avoid life. I have a habit of running away from life and looking to temporary highs to get me by. Obnoxiously goofing around, drinking, control, lustful desires, anger, you name it... I know this is not just how I was wired because all these things leave me feeling empty and stupid.

The issues becomes: How do I let go of the temptations to grab real fulfillment? How do I let go of the matchbox car so I can hold my dads hand? If ever there is a time for God to work, it is now!