And remember those first few concerts you went to when you
were a young teenager? There was that hot young star singing on the stage that
you finally got to see live in person that was plastered all over the posters
in your room. Even from the back seat of
a stadium, you have yourself convinced he looks the same. And then, there was
that moment in the concert, when he looked your way, and locked eyes with you
during that one slow love song. Wow, what are the odds of that happening? How
did he pick you out of that crowd of female gawkers, you are amazed and yet
touched. Maybe it was just pure destiny.
Why is it that the one boy so many of us have that huge
crush on is the one that doesn’t know we exist, much less care? You know the one, the high school football or
basketball star. The guy that is a cutie, popular with all the girls, all
except for you. Yet, you continually
fantasize that one day he will wake up and see that he belongs with you. You are worthy. And so, you hang in there with your undying
devotion, each time getting hurt over and over again with each break up he has
as he just picks up another new girlfriend overlooking you.
Sometimes, as an adult, I miss the childhood innocence of
wishing for the impossible. Logic, as a
child, is not nearly as apparent as it is when you are an adult. Thus, the land
of make believe seems like a real possibility.
It allows for more hope, more chances of change and more wishing. You
believe, as a child, wishes can and will come true, if you wish hard
enough.
I think we all need to work at getting that wishing ability
back. The ability to dream the impossible dream is a gift, part of living life
to the fullest. It does not mean we have to believe the impossible but what is
the harm in trying to catch a butterfly with our bare hands as we did as
children, or lie on our backs and assess what the shape of a cloud looks like
if it were an object. Why not wish upon
a star? What do we have to lose?
The innocence somehow gets replaced with a cynicism of
life. With the rejection and the
maturing comes responsibility and this overriding sense of anything remotely
childlike is irresponsible and immature.
I beg to differ. Giving in
occasionally to the child within is freeing. It is an important part of who you
are. Allowing it to come out is
allowing you to be free of some of the constraints, within reason of
course. We are allowed, even as adults,
to swing, to go down slides, to blow bubbles, or do other activities that use
to fill our summer vacation days; passing time aimlessly laughing without a
care in the world.
Those days go by so quickly and yet are a small portion of
our life span. Life is way too serious
sometimes, most of the time. We need
breathers, emotional breaks. We need to
be children sometimes and just chill and dream. Besides, why should kids have all the fun
anyways? To Dream .......
