wow! i'm going to have to read that again
@Magna-Carta, like the rivers of possible outcomes swirling with eddies, bubbling with life, intermingled with the vast influence of others. i would hope some day we could all figure it out.
i gave up all understanding and release myself from any determination which frees me from that need (sweet dreams!)
btw, i've gained quite a bit of insight through our exchanges which fills me with wonder... thank you
“wonder…” It’s a wonderful thing, it really is. As adults many of us don’t do enough of it! As young children many of us might have been filled with wonder of the things we see around us. Many lose that as they get older.
As a young child I would observe the adults around me, trying to figure out why they didn’t see the things that I did. Or think or ask similar questions I did. Where did their curiosity go? As a child this troubled me; I would look at the adults around me & think, “one day I might end up like them!” I thought how I might prevent this from happening.
I thought all these adults around me must have been children at some point; what happened for them to be so far removed from their younger selves. Why don’t they understand where I’m coming from sometimes – why do some of them not want to even try to understand, or when they do try then give up. They must be too busy with their own adult lives & thoughts & adult perceptions to remember what it’s like to be a child. I was determined not to be the same.
As a young child I made a promise to myself that I would never forget what it was it’s like to be a child. I was determined to do my own thinking & not be overly influenced by the adults I came in contact with. This also included people of religion, especially religion. I was going to try to figure this out for myself.
I thought that the only way I’m going to remember what it’s like to be a child would be to keep going over my young thoughts, reasoning’s & experiences so I don’t forget them. As child I was also aware of how difficult that might be, & that I still might end up falling into the ‘adult trap’, but regardless, I was determined. When I become older I encouraged young children around me to do the same; to never forget their younger selves. Some of them, as they got older, later thanked me for it. Children get along with me really well. We have some fascinating conversation. Some are more grown up than many realise.
Anyway, after all that above, I’m now going to grab a large soft pillow & run along my polished floor hallway to it to see how far I can slide along to the other end. I’ve got a lot of important errands to do too. But first things first, I need to get that pillow, and may be a tape measure! I’ll catch you later.