I still think like a kid. Sure, I have all the trappings of adulthood. I have the job, the family, the responsibilities, but I think like a kid. I play, I laugh, I run. I want to have fun every day. This different style of thought allows me to really enjoy my everyday and, I believe, connect with my kids on a basic level.
I suspect the problem with modern life is this inability to connect with our own youth vs. behaving like we still are youth. Some grown people will fight wars over imagined slights, harkening back to the machismo of youth. Meanwhile, others may see imagined slights and, like kids, get over it real fast.
I suppose I am making more out of this than I should, and that too is a kid’s approach to life. Everything is bigger. Everything is of the utmost importance and failure hurts real bad–until the next thing comes along. You care about everything everyone thinks about you until you don’t. You fall in love hard and fast and stay in love as long as possible. You eat like a monster and stay thin forever.
I’m rambling now.
Some Thoughts:
- I put the (I) there, because at some point I want to discuss the possibility that thought itself is an illusion; that we think we think but in fact are hypercomplex self-replicating biological computers merely responding to our programming and processing input. But that is a conversation that cannot be written while watching Star Wars: The Clone Wars.