This set me thinking. As we grow up, there are so many things that we gain , but there are some precious little things that we lose as well. What does a child have that which I have lost?
A clear eyed perception of the world where even the smallest thing is fascinating and and so refreshingly new...
An implicit faith that people are there not to hurt you but be there ready to hold you...
A simplistically selfish world with no consciousness of other's opinions or feelings...
A world of whites and blacks and no grays, a story of lessons learnt but of neither victories nor defeats, a dimension of infinite space and no limitations.
As we grow up,fears manifest, doubts creep through and a consciousness of being accepted, recognized and liked , starts guiding our actions and thoughts. The world starts shrinking to adapt to the limits of the mind.The child in us waits patiently for those lucid moments when a new thought breaks through, when there is an wonderful awareness of the world around us and for the precious few days when we live for ourselves and as ourselves.
Even today,I can't resist being fascinated by kids for the simple reason that they represent a delightful picture of how we all started out in this quest of life, without guiles , vices with an eagerness to face all that was offered and learn the biggest lesson of all called 'Life'.
P.S. This post shows only the downside of growing up and has taken the honor of completely digressing from the title :)
