From time to time, I suppose we all wish things were simpler. Work and studying, taxes and stress... The list goes on. We're all told we should follow our dreams, but for me at least, I've had to give up a few along the way. Things get in the way, life gets complicated, and I've more than once wished I was a child again. Childhood innocence, a magical power that makes everything seem possible, and happiness is easy.
I remember when I was a child, how easy being happy was. I could climb trees, or try to, and the fact that I didn't get very high didn't matter. I'd fence with my friends, with wooden sticks we had sharpened, and making the sticks was just as much fun as the actual fencing. Things didn't need "context", they didn't have to make sense. There were no rules apart from bedtime and tooth brushing. My greatest sorrow was that I only got candy on Saturdays (and birthdays). The thing I was most afraid of was ghosts, and death was something that only happened to characters in books, but even that was rare.
They say ignorance is bliss. My friend says that's why stupid people on average are happier than smart people. I think the same goes for children. Their ignorance is that of the world. They haven't experienced the bad side of life yet, either doesn't know or knows of it but doesn't understand it. As experiences molds us, changes us, I doubt one person can say all of them are good experiences. There are lots of wonderful experiences as well, things I wouldn't have missed for the world, but ultimately it is the sad, the disappointing and the bitter-sweet that keeps us from being truly happy. Like many a Facebook Couple, I'd describe life as an "adult" with; "It's complicated".
Pink Floyd's "Comfortably Numb" describes my feelings on the matter rather well I think.
In retrospect, everything seemed to happen so fast back then. Everything seemed to happen in such vivid detail, and yet when looking back on it, it almost feels like I'm watching it in fast forward, with a few details standing out from the blur here and there. I know from a factual point of view what happened, but the feelings that made it happen are forgotten, I can't put my finger on just what made it so good, can't recreate it. So, as Pink Floyd said, I'm all grown up, and the joyousness of childhood dreams and play is gone, lost in the whirlwind of time.
Ultimately, I'm glad I am who I am. The stress, anxiety and work is a part of me, it makes me who I am. Yes, even the taxes. Childhood innocence belongs to childhood. It is bitter-sweet, but you can't have the good without the bad. To quote British Sci-Fi:
"One may tolerate a world of demons for the sake of an angel."
So what do you think? Ever wish you could be a child again?
Nemo
I remember when I was a child, how easy being happy was. I could climb trees, or try to, and the fact that I didn't get very high didn't matter. I'd fence with my friends, with wooden sticks we had sharpened, and making the sticks was just as much fun as the actual fencing. Things didn't need "context", they didn't have to make sense. There were no rules apart from bedtime and tooth brushing. My greatest sorrow was that I only got candy on Saturdays (and birthdays). The thing I was most afraid of was ghosts, and death was something that only happened to characters in books, but even that was rare.
They say ignorance is bliss. My friend says that's why stupid people on average are happier than smart people. I think the same goes for children. Their ignorance is that of the world. They haven't experienced the bad side of life yet, either doesn't know or knows of it but doesn't understand it. As experiences molds us, changes us, I doubt one person can say all of them are good experiences. There are lots of wonderful experiences as well, things I wouldn't have missed for the world, but ultimately it is the sad, the disappointing and the bitter-sweet that keeps us from being truly happy. Like many a Facebook Couple, I'd describe life as an "adult" with; "It's complicated".
Pink Floyd's "Comfortably Numb" describes my feelings on the matter rather well I think.
In retrospect, everything seemed to happen so fast back then. Everything seemed to happen in such vivid detail, and yet when looking back on it, it almost feels like I'm watching it in fast forward, with a few details standing out from the blur here and there. I know from a factual point of view what happened, but the feelings that made it happen are forgotten, I can't put my finger on just what made it so good, can't recreate it. So, as Pink Floyd said, I'm all grown up, and the joyousness of childhood dreams and play is gone, lost in the whirlwind of time.
Ultimately, I'm glad I am who I am. The stress, anxiety and work is a part of me, it makes me who I am. Yes, even the taxes. Childhood innocence belongs to childhood. It is bitter-sweet, but you can't have the good without the bad. To quote British Sci-Fi:
"One may tolerate a world of demons for the sake of an angel."
So what do you think? Ever wish you could be a child again?
Nemo