Funny how when you are a kid you can lay on your back and almost feel as if, if you stretch up just as hard as you possibly can with your arms towards the sky you can touch the clouds rolling by. And on those summer nights, when you are camping outside with friends, and the night sky is filled with stars, you do the same exercise with those beautiful blinking lights. In your child’s mind, you are not entirely convinced, it can’t be done so you reach out and attempt each time you think of it, just one more try.
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 .......