Sometimes I wonder, wouldn’t it be great if I could turn back time? But what difference would it make? One day. I’ll find myself back in the present state wondering the same thing… like an endless and pointless circle…
Childhood is undoubtedly the best part of our lives. Sadly, we realize that only after its gone forever. Isn’t that highly unfair?
What if I could turn back time AND retain my maturity?
No… it would be only a physical childhood then. Imagine a (mentally) 16 year old being forced to go to bed at 10, without a cell. HORROR!
What is it that makes childhood so special anyway? Lack of pressure? Unlimited free time? I think there’s more to it than that.
As children, we tend to take up a much simpler view of the world. There are separate, clear cut pathways of the right and the wrong. Every incident is attached with pure joy or pure sorrow. The world seems to be full of 2 types of people – the black and the white.
But as we continue to see more of the world, we begin to mix up everything in life… resulting in mess. Some moments come where we even have to consider whether to be happy or sad. People tend to take up different shades of grey… making choices difficult. The same ground which had once provided a surface for crawling, seems so far away…
So the basic question… what causes things to mix up? Experience makes us grow matured, a result of us trying to make ourselves more suitable to the people around us… but does that mean that we become more suitable to ourselves?
Is there a way out of this? I guess not. Life is already set in the best possible way. So just be happy about it. :)
I want to go back to the time when..
"gettin high" meant "on a swing".. ^_^
when "dad" was the only "hero".. *_*
The best thing about childhood, is its immaturity, or so I believe, the immaturity which enables us to just live, laugh and cry.