We Can Never truly stay young for ever, but that doesn't mean our hearts can't. Everyone misses "the good ol' days." What exactly are they though? When we were young and free? But as a child were we really free? We were consumed by our parents rules and restrained to strict schedules. But to be "free" in young terms, is to be free of hate and free of care. As a child we are innocent. We don't care what others think, we take everyone into consideration. We were free from influence, so we thought. Isn't our childhood, built on gaining all the prejudice that we do and don't see? Our freedom, is being tainted from the beginning, we are being told what to believe, what is right and wrong. We are being told that this how it works, no other way. So are we really free or just too young to really realize what's going on? I think as a child, everything goes over our head, until a certain age, where we begin to take in bits and pieces. Children never truly understand what is said to them, they don't care,, there's just toys and candy.
As kids we were being warped into what society wanted us to be. So how do we as adults become what we are today? We care what people think, the imagination closes, and we are drawn into the chaos of society. What does it take to get back to regain our innocence, to no care what we are viewed as? We need to find a way to hold on to our childlike hearts and to not forget them, and what our childhood was like. We need to not change our lives based on society. We shouldn't "live by the book" we need to take chances, leap for the unknown. Be a kid again, go for the impossible,
I fell i'm just ramabling, if feels there's no point. If there's some sort of thesis I feel I have strayed from it. But the point is to open up to the childness, have fun, and don't care for a while. Stop being an adult. To add to the randomness I wrote a poem. Hope you enjoy.
Like Peter Pan we will stay young and free
We won’t grow old, we won’t! We’ll learn to fly
We’ll flee from time we’ll stay so young, you’ll see
What fun we’ll have and we will never die
Old hook unkindly tries to kill (that fiend)
With guns galore he seeks our secret den
He’s not alone; he has the help of Smee
NO matter how he tries, he fails – we win!
Be he old time who tries to bring the end?
Oh no it can’t be so now where’s the fun?
Alas it’s true from time we can’t defend
I want my life I want eternal sun
That I’ll lie on forever young-my goal
These words I call my own – my ageless soul.
