Big sized children

 

We’re just big kids, swirling around, playing, burden-less… and free..
We grow up to have our little habits and our low patience to our wants and desires.. 

Do we ever really grow up, and go through a phase of adulthood..? or are there no phases at all.. just a conviction of growth though minor differences in our behavior..


Do we grow up to have a grown up social life? Do we perceive friends and family differently than how we perceived them as children?
Do we have friends? Or do we have playmates; People our age, who like to play the same “games” we play..


Are our families not still that place we tend to for the motherly comfort, the tender hugs we snuggle ourselves within when we’re sad because we didn’t get to do what we wanted, or we couldn’t get the “toys” we desired.. when life isn’t going our way..
Are the people we love any more than a mean for emotional fulfillment..? a child’s way to demand love, by loving his mother and father.. i love you, so love me back.. 

Sometimes i find myself jumping around, from excitement, just the way i used to jump around when my parents would tell me we're going on a trip.. or that feeling i get, the butterflies in my tummy from over excitement when i get to do something i wanted because i was being good.. i no longer see anyone jumping around, but i know they want to on the inside.. they'd be jumping only on the inside, almost letting out that tiny little child in them, but they don't, in fear of being judged.. in fear of society.. but what we, all humans that are to be considered "grown up", don't realize, that everyone is exactly like that... we're all kids.. we're all free.. why keep it in? .. why not just let ourselves be the children we are.. and be proud of it.. there's nothing more beautiful and pure than a child's logic in behavior..

We enjoy simple things, us "grownups".. we think it's not simple, because we over complicate things in our minds.. we think the things we buy are more necessary than just the goodies we used to get all happy to get from that store under the house.. Or the feeling we get when we receive a gift we wanted.. it doesn't matter what it is.. the feeling is the same...

The accomplishment we feel when we walk to the store under our house alone for the first time.. Or when we know the way back home for the first time.. it's the same as when we get a job on our own.. or when we memorize a new road we didn't know.. the feeling of independence when we live alone, when we do anything on our own... it doesn't differ at all.. 


Maybe we are just big sized children in the end.. we slightly differ in looks, traits, habits, and desires.. But the core.. the core of a human is the child he is.. we are all just children.. swirling around, playing, burden-less.. in an updated version of our childhood playgrounds, that we call "life"..