Looking out the window. The pin-drop silence that once again filled my gloomy room was shattered by the innocent laughter coming from the children running towards the playground. Running as fast they could, just so they would be one of the lucky few to ride on the swings. My mind was busy reminiscing; of a smaller and less corrupted me, running as fast as my little Nike Air’s could take me. The utter contentment of knowing that the vacant swing at the edge of the park was in fact, mine. Because I was first.
One might wonder. To what extent does this “haven” actually bring joy into these teeny-tiny souls? Time passes and it’s time to grow up. Time to smell the coffee. What happens then? How would they cope with the harsh reality that is life? Going through every trial and tribulation life keeps throwing at us. But that’s life, you know. To quote the great Forrest Gump, “life is like a box of chocolate. You’ll never know what you get until you open it”. The feeling’s indescribable. And no matter how much we fight it, we know it’s going to happen. It’s as if your whole world’s come crashing down on you. As cliché and as dramatic as the idea may sound. I’ve been through it, we all have.
We tend to forget, as we get older, just how easy it was to satisfy our not-so-complicated needs. Just how little it took to put that charming smile on our faces. There was no such thing as backstabbing your friends just to please another back then. The idea itself seemed silly and down-right absurd. Everyone seemed so sincere when they were children. It’s almost hard to believe that we grow up and become the complete opposite. We start becoming these money-greedy, label dependant adults.
Now, when we’re all grown up, we hide behind our stethoscopes, typewriters and briefcases just to avoid the undeniably hurtful fact, we miss being children. With absolutely no care in the world. The only worry we had back then was “Who’s that boy playing on the swings?” “When’s it my turn?”. We may make a lot of money. Some more than others, but underneath all those business suits and white jackets, beats the heart of a child, dying to get out.
One might wonder. To what extent does this “haven” actually bring joy into these teeny-tiny souls? Time passes and it’s time to grow up. Time to smell the coffee. What happens then? How would they cope with the harsh reality that is life? Going through every trial and tribulation life keeps throwing at us. But that’s life, you know. To quote the great Forrest Gump, “life is like a box of chocolate. You’ll never know what you get until you open it”. The feeling’s indescribable. And no matter how much we fight it, we know it’s going to happen. It’s as if your whole world’s come crashing down on you. As cliché and as dramatic as the idea may sound. I’ve been through it, we all have.
We tend to forget, as we get older, just how easy it was to satisfy our not-so-complicated needs. Just how little it took to put that charming smile on our faces. There was no such thing as backstabbing your friends just to please another back then. The idea itself seemed silly and down-right absurd. Everyone seemed so sincere when they were children. It’s almost hard to believe that we grow up and become the complete opposite. We start becoming these money-greedy, label dependant adults.
Now, when we’re all grown up, we hide behind our stethoscopes, typewriters and briefcases just to avoid the undeniably hurtful fact, we miss being children. With absolutely no care in the world. The only worry we had back then was “Who’s that boy playing on the swings?” “When’s it my turn?”. We may make a lot of money. Some more than others, but underneath all those business suits and white jackets, beats the heart of a child, dying to get out.
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