There were a lot
of things as a child that I didn't understand.
For instance, I didn't understand
how that was supposed to be okay when my mom
told me we would all die someday.
I didn't understand
why eating too much ice cream was bad…it just
seemed like a cruel rule I was resistant to
Brushing teeth, bathing, not staying out after
dark…what was the point of all of this
unnecessary and most ridiculous way to
Life felt out to
get me, out to steel my precious and sweet
childlike freedom. I was the victim of
irrational rules and conduct unfitting of
anyone that wanted to actually have a fun and
enjoyable life. But those things are
necessary, right? To live long…to prosper?
Though some things and mindsets changed as I
grew up and yet even as adults, don’t we still
battle the very same things?
Those emotions that hit us when we question the
cruelty of death and why we are given only an
allotted time to make use of life…don’t we ask
The aspects of work structures…why must so much
precious time be spent at places we groan over
going to each and every weekday, when we could
instead live free pursuing each and every sweet
dream and ambition in our hearts?
As my life has progressed I have personally
found myself stepping backwards into time and
retracing those beautiful moments of youth when
life was so simple…so black and white…so
carefree and so fun.
Childhood Personal Story - All Grown Up
That time when you did things solely because,
well, because you wanted to. It was never
anything that required grand thought in carrying
out or figuring out. The biggest pending
questions were always…can my friend play today?
What color of game piece will I choose?
Who’s going to go first and can my friend sleep
over because were having too much fun to part?
What is my point in all of this…what am I trying
Inside, you see, I’ve been screaming; screaming
because reality is just too damn real for me.
Screaming because everyone, or so it seems, is
living and participating in existences not of
their choosing or desire.
Like a cruel system of irony, of forced hands
and forced conduct, when can we breathe?
When can we wake up and be bold enough to live?
Is it so wrong to throw off normal systems of
security that comes at the cost of mindless
droning to receive?
Is it wrong to open our minds to just
as we are moved to do so instead of all
pre-approved and planned?