The child

It is said, the child is the father of man.
To some extent I agree with this statement, childhood is perhaps the most blissful stage of human life. Free from worries and cares. Ignorant of the traps and snares the material world lays down for us. It can be said that childhood is the one stage where the imaginative power of the mind is at it's best. "I can be anything, anywhere, at anytime." Life is a rosy garden. Where a small corner, especially under the table makes one feel so secure, where the space under the bed has this big bad boogieman waiting to jump out and scare you if you be a bad kid.
Where every christmas gifts left in your stockings are believed to be brought in by santa. Life is full of meaning. But somewhere in the tedious process of growing up one leaves all this behind. Where once we believed that eating spinach makes us like 'popeye the sailor man' now we know it's nothing but food... dull boring food.
Somewhere in the midst of being accepted by society and all those teary heartbreaks we forget to live and most importantly love... love ourselves, our own people, love life as the beautiful gift that has been bestowed upon us.
Why do we do this to ourselves. Why can we not retain the bubbly 'anything is possible' spirit that we had as children. Is it because the world made you that way or is it because you've made the world as it is today. Chew upon this thought my friend. Chew upon it.