Wednesday, March 27, 2013
I was eager to write with my father’s fancy pen,
To have the feel of his power and authority
I was curious to wear my mom’s dress and makeup,
to see if I look like her
I was desperate to learn how to ride a bicycle
I would fall many times, injure myself but never gave up
I was eager to finish my education
To face the world all by myself
I was ready to usher in the world of Grownups
little did i know that
Growing Up means following the rules
Growing Up means to be in a rut
Growing Up means locking the little window of innovation
Growing Up means caring more about what people think of me
Growing Up means striving for acceptance
Growing Up means forgetting the original me
Growing Up means becoming fearful
Growing Up means not trying hard enough....
I’m not saying that all adults live a mundane life but I can definitely say that children are innovative
So what makes us loose the inquisitiveness??
why do we get influenced so easily??
I don’t know, but I’ve figured out one thing-
It’s always good to embrace childhood,
It broadens my vision, keeps me in a learning mode
and most important I’m not afraid to try new things
I guess we can reduce dullness from our lives
by reliving the good old childhood days!!!!!!