Hoo freakin' ra for the kid in all of us! Or, at least, the kid in some of us. Sitting here, on a Sunday night, I'm hoping that the kid that still manages to find its life within me manages to stay there for the remainder of the good life that God has given me. I swear, that little playfulness within me is one of the few things that manages to help me keep my sanity during these crazy times.
Remember being a kid, playing with friends and turning inanimate objects into elaborate creations? I remember turning trees in to horses that were riding together in a calvary charge, sticks into guns, tree houses in to large, impenetrable forts and empty space in to whatever would fit in to it, whatever was needed for the story we were currently living out. Today, as an adult, I find it hard to find people who still have that sort of fun with the imagination. It's as if we, as adults, waste no consciousness on the fun things the mind can still create; we instead use that creativity to explore the worse side of any situation, the negative aspects of responsibility in life and just anything that works against the very kid in all of us. Shame on me; shame on you. Imagine how much more fun romance and love could be if we actually harnessed the youth from the kid that so longs to find the spotlight. They save love is wasted on the youth; that's because in our youth we still listen to and leverage the creativity of the kid in all of us. :)
Well, I'm done, soap box is getting creaky tonight; think I'll hang it up until I get some screws, which don't tend to creak as much. :)
Peace!
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