Today i thought, that one day when we get old, certain things won’t seem as important. And that we might moan for what we didn’t - or couldn’t - do.
Some times we must get rid of being lost in daily burdens and do things that “really” make us happy.
Like riding a bike or walking around on our own or making all kind of silly faces when friends are around. Just as we did when we were a child - without the fear of looking ridiculous. Like stepping in the mud with our new shoes or saying what we feel to say.
We need to do the first thing that comes to mind so that we don’t feel regretful when the time comes.
To be where you want to be, with who you want to be can be impossible sometimes, but to get your paints and to make a picture just as it comes from inside, can make you happy.
To dream, to create your world as you want it to be and to get lost in it, isn’t that hard?
Do you think that we as a species seem to gravitate more towards doing what we want (what makes us happy) as we get older, or more towards that ever pending sense of responsibility that haunts our middle age? Does that get stronger in our old age or do we outgrow it and see the folly of a life spent chasing responsibility for responsibility’s sake? I like the idea of finding the joy in “making silly faces when friends are around” more as I get older…but I’m afraid that I’ll grow to see it as frivolous…of course, just having that fear probably means I won’t, but then again there are things I consider important today that I never would have as a boy.