You know how when you were a kid, you used to have imaginary worlds of your own, where dolls could talk and cars could fly and everything was made of chocolate? Then eventually we grew up and the imaginary world crumbled like a house of cards. It was a time when nothing seemed absurd. Everything seemed like a possibility, so much so that we'd even bet our lives on it.
I can myself give an instance or two, one of which is when I set out to fight with my friends who claimed that Santa is not real. Hey, I mysteriously got presents every christmas on my windowsill ! So that means he exists! [LOL!] That was all the reasoning we needed. Then the inevitable happened, we grew up [ DAMN!]
Nursery rhymes were replaced by trigonometry, Dexter's Laboratory was replaced by The Big Bang Theory and Emotions were replaced by Smileys. Although, it happened as a gradual process, the realisation of it dawned like a sudden jerk. However, is this phenomena really as exclusive as it seems to be? Do we really leave the child in us miles away, to rot as we grow up?
Speaking from whatever little experience I have, I would have to say, if the child in you perishes, it's one of the gravest mistakes you've committed with your own hands. The curiosity, inquisitiveness, bluntness that a child possesses, if we adults try to emulate some of it, we'd build a happier life for ourselves. As we wring ourselves each day and try to keep up with the mice race, we are losing out on the small surprises and minute bouts of ecstacy. Don't make the vivid , animated world we are in, turn into a grey despair. The day novelty dies, mankind will need another evolution.
So turn and wave back at the child who is trying to catch up with you. Walk with your tiny reflection. If you try to overhaul time, you'll trip and fall head-first. May the spark in your eyes remain until the end of time.
" ...Refrain, don't carry the world upon your shoulders" ~ The Beatles
I can myself give an instance or two, one of which is when I set out to fight with my friends who claimed that Santa is not real. Hey, I mysteriously got presents every christmas on my windowsill ! So that means he exists! [LOL!] That was all the reasoning we needed. Then the inevitable happened, we grew up [ DAMN!]
Nursery rhymes were replaced by trigonometry, Dexter's Laboratory was replaced by The Big Bang Theory and Emotions were replaced by Smileys. Although, it happened as a gradual process, the realisation of it dawned like a sudden jerk. However, is this phenomena really as exclusive as it seems to be? Do we really leave the child in us miles away, to rot as we grow up?
Speaking from whatever little experience I have, I would have to say, if the child in you perishes, it's one of the gravest mistakes you've committed with your own hands. The curiosity, inquisitiveness, bluntness that a child possesses, if we adults try to emulate some of it, we'd build a happier life for ourselves. As we wring ourselves each day and try to keep up with the mice race, we are losing out on the small surprises and minute bouts of ecstacy. Don't make the vivid , animated world we are in, turn into a grey despair. The day novelty dies, mankind will need another evolution.
So turn and wave back at the child who is trying to catch up with you. Walk with your tiny reflection. If you try to overhaul time, you'll trip and fall head-first. May the spark in your eyes remain until the end of time.
" ...Refrain, don't carry the world upon your shoulders" ~ The Beatles
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