Why is it that as children we are so full of life, so full of the common knowledge that we can do whatever we want with our lives? Nothing is set in stone, nothing is cemented into our brains, the word “no” is simply something we hope to be sneaky enough not to hear from our parents…but the vitality of life is so incredibly full and available our innocent hearts believe that nothing is beyond reach?
Where does the criticism finally set in? Where the simple dreams of being a princess or a dragon slayer simply turn into foolishness? At what point to we dash our own ambitions because we believe that the world is non-stop closed doors and locked wishes, setting our even simple dreams aside as we head out and prepare ourselves for the “real” world? Why do we allow ourselves to be sucked into the permanent escalator of life, doing things simply because they need to be done, and failing to recognize our soul ambitions that were on fire just a few years before?
As children, we know everything, and want to know even more. As adults, we grow fearful of change, become stagnant in worry and need, and toss our daily goals aside in lieu of going what’s easier. When did the true ambition of wanting and being able to have anything leave us? With every wrinkle that appears on our tired, routine faces, we lose that much more of the inner child that was truly alive so many years behind us.
Why do we simply give up on dreams as we age? When does the word “impossible” make it into our vocabularies, when does “I can’t” embed itself in our brainwaves, keeping us boxed in to the things that are simple and mundane? How do we lose that simple childish ambition of tasting the whole wide world, where everything is new and open? why don’t we dream anymore? Don’t we even wonder?
Children are the most pure, most intelligent people on this earth. They utilize their imaginations, they are open about their thoughts and dreams, their emotions are ruthlessly on their sleeves, an open book that just closes and then seals as they age. For shame.
As adults we hole ourselves up in what is routine and easy, and rarely dream for more anymore outside our capabilities. How we lose that innocent want of the whole wide world, I do not know. But shame on us for losing it.