Why do we give up childhood? Why do we grow up, only to harness the 'hard plastic', of a lesser thing? I know, we yearn back to childhood,. We look to them, a wellspring, of fun, mischief...true and joyous life, not life waiting to die.
We want to 'be them. They are 'our source'. They are more malleable, more dumber than a stump, more brighter than a light. They are 'wonder filled', and wonderful.
Maybe that, is the difference...'wonder filled'. Having, not known it all, or even part...but believing they do, in that blessed and graceful state of bliss, akin to ignorance, and yet...
Adult hood, has 'that' down pat, that ignorance of all but self...that niche, they seem to cherish more, than any other. Maybe, we should 'go back'.
Back to where we 'did not know it all', but only wondered much...this thing called life, this mystery of open ended possibility. We have given much away, to science and to certainty, to answers, stead of innocence...our sanity, indeed...our soul.
Namaste
Written by Bruce James Clyde, at Deming, New Mexico
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