I would hate to be so naive as to assume that if I'm happy, so is everyone else. Because it would make me blind to other people's sorrows and keep me from helping them when I could.
Now I CAN walk down the beach and think only of the sand beneath my feet and the possibility of finding that blue piece of sea glass I'm looking for. I did it last year, it was wonderful.
I want to understand how it is to be an adult and I can only do that by being one myself. I can still spend my afternoons climbing trees and riding my bike, and I can tell my computer to remind me when my appointment with the dentist is, and then forget about it myself. I can also make the appointment for a time that is most convenient to me, instead of a time most convenient to my parents, and I enjoy those visits far more now that I am an adult and can flirt with the doctor than I did when I was a child and slightly frightened.
I can still wonder what I'll do later, but now I am much more confident that it will be something good, and I am happy to see what were once like forms in the clouds to become more tangible, more real, more likely to actually happen.
So you can be six if you want, but I'll go on growing, thank you very much. If you liked, I could look after you.
Wow, you really took this to heart, didn't you! Thanks for the thoughts, though!=. I don't really want to be six. I just miss the security and absence of worry. I like being twenty*mumble* but you can still look after me if you want...
Well, it's a bit of a pet peeve of mine, the notion that being a child is somehow better than being an adult, or that children are somehow better than adults. My first rant about this must've been in a French test about the little Prince … and I still give repeat performances like the one above every now and then.
You really weren't worried when you were six? I don't remember much, but I do remember that there were things to be anxious or sad about, and that my tools for dealing with them were much worse and far more limited than they are nowadays.
They can! But their bodies are old and decaying! That said, it doesn't do to dwell on the impossible, so I'll content myself with the consolation of maturity!
I would hate to be so naive as to assume that if I'm happy, so is everyone else. Because it would make me blind to other people's sorrows and keep me from helping them when I could.
Now I CAN walk down the beach and think only of the sand beneath my feet and the possibility of finding that blue piece of sea glass I'm looking for. I did it last year, it was wonderful.
I want to understand how it is to be an adult and I can only do that by being one myself. I can still spend my afternoons climbing trees and riding my bike, and I can tell my computer to remind me when my appointment with the dentist is, and then forget about it myself. I can also make the appointment for a time that is most convenient to me, instead of a time most convenient to my parents, and I enjoy those visits far more now that I am an adult and can flirt with the doctor than I did when I was a child and slightly frightened.
I can still wonder what I'll do later, but now I am much more confident that it will be something good, and I am happy to see what were once like forms in the clouds to become more tangible, more real, more likely to actually happen.
So you can be six if you want, but I'll go on growing, thank you very much. If you liked, I could look after you.
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You really weren't worried when you were six? I don't remember much, but I do remember that there were things to be anxious or sad about, and that my tools for dealing with them were much worse and far more limited than they are nowadays.
Adults cn look after each other too :)
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