The simple pleasures
Here in this world we live in, I find more and more that the people in J M Barrie's Neverland were really on to something.
For all the adults: How many times do you find yourself saying, "I just wish my life would slow down just a little", or, "I am so caught up in all of this that I just can't even find a way out. I am highly stressed"?
I am fairly certain that most adults would agree that these are not only occasional thoughts, in addition, they are EVERYDAY thoughts! We allow ourselves to become so wrapped up in the constructed adult reality that we loose sight of ourselves. We grow up to become adults, and as adults we are supposed to renounce all claims to childhood. This is the reality that, as adults, we seem to face. Tell me, honestly, where is it written that adults must give up the childish awe of each new day, the imaginative fantasy that is such an integral part of a child's every interaction?? Tell me why it is that people feel that they must give these up in order to "be an adult"? I find this to be one of the saddest occurrences in life: the death of a child so that one may become an adult. Life is all about balance, and should be treated accordingly.
Just this morning I had the opportunity to exchange an early morning cowing with someone I hold dear. This person more often than most, is entangled in the nastiness of "adulthood". Much responsibility is heaped upon this person, much is expected, and this person takes it all. I have seen the weight it has, the burden of over-responsibility. After I exchanged a good morning cow with this person and we went our separate ways for the day, I started musing upon the previously mentioned topic. This game we play, Cow, this is a treasured part of each of our inner children sneaking out to play in the adult world. My heart was so gladdened to see this coming through in this particular individual, and you know what... this little childish game...it actually helped. Let this be something for all of the adult populace, and those entering adulthood, to think upon. And one final note before I go: Everyone who reads this or has me listed as a friend is hereby Cowed for the rest of the day, may you wear your cow horns with childish pride!
For all the adults: How many times do you find yourself saying, "I just wish my life would slow down just a little", or, "I am so caught up in all of this that I just can't even find a way out. I am highly stressed"?
I am fairly certain that most adults would agree that these are not only occasional thoughts, in addition, they are EVERYDAY thoughts! We allow ourselves to become so wrapped up in the constructed adult reality that we loose sight of ourselves. We grow up to become adults, and as adults we are supposed to renounce all claims to childhood. This is the reality that, as adults, we seem to face. Tell me, honestly, where is it written that adults must give up the childish awe of each new day, the imaginative fantasy that is such an integral part of a child's every interaction?? Tell me why it is that people feel that they must give these up in order to "be an adult"? I find this to be one of the saddest occurrences in life: the death of a child so that one may become an adult. Life is all about balance, and should be treated accordingly.
Just this morning I had the opportunity to exchange an early morning cowing with someone I hold dear. This person more often than most, is entangled in the nastiness of "adulthood". Much responsibility is heaped upon this person, much is expected, and this person takes it all. I have seen the weight it has, the burden of over-responsibility. After I exchanged a good morning cow with this person and we went our separate ways for the day, I started musing upon the previously mentioned topic. This game we play, Cow, this is a treasured part of each of our inner children sneaking out to play in the adult world. My heart was so gladdened to see this coming through in this particular individual, and you know what... this little childish game...it actually helped. Let this be something for all of the adult populace, and those entering adulthood, to think upon. And one final note before I go: Everyone who reads this or has me listed as a friend is hereby Cowed for the rest of the day, may you wear your cow horns with childish pride!