The purpose of life is to fight “maturity”.

 

I am hereby tendering my resignation as an adult! I have decided I would like to accept the responsibility of an eight year old again. I would like to go to steers and think it’s a five-star restaurant. I want to sail sticks across a fresh mud pedal and make a sidewalk with rocks.

I want to believe that sweets are better than money just because you can eat them. I want to lie under a big oak tree and disturb  my watchman on a hot day or better yet chase around neighbors chicken.I want to return to a time when life was simple. when all I knew were colors,multiplication tables and many rhymes; but that didn’t  bother you because you didn’t know what you didn’t know and perhaps did not care.

I want to still believe the world is full of opportunities and Disney world is the HQ for all fun and games. I want to believe in Santa Claus without any fear of contradiction. I want to be able to run around in the rain without the fear of getting flu or cold. I miss going for duf-mpararo (illegal swimming in the river) and know very well whats await you back home but in the end it’s all worth it.

I want to go back to the days where John Cena was my hero, Rambo was the guy you all wanted to be when you grow up. I miss watching Home Alone more than 10 times and every time it feels like it’s a new movie.

all you knew was to be happy because you were blissfully unaware of all the things should make you worried or upset. I knew then nothing about NASA or JUBILEE and it never bothered me that i couldn’t even remember my own second name let alone spelling it.

I want to re-leave the days when “Vitimi” ,”Vihoja mahakamani” or “tausi” were comedies we would watch as a whole family. I want to be looking forward to 7 pm for dad to switch on TV so that we can all watch news after a long day of it being off.

Let the little children come to me, and do not hinder them, for the kingdom of heaven belongs to such as these. Said Jesus Mat 19:14

Do you get it?

I want to think the world is fair, that everyone is honest and good. I want to believe that anything is possible. I want to be obvious of the complexities of life and be overly excited by the little things again.

I want to believe there are no poor and rich people in the world that everything is “Vanity! vanity!”says the Teacher.“Utterly vanity! Everything is meaningless! have the belief in my heart we live to count our blessing one by one. For its said, stillborn baby arrives in a pointless birth and goes out into the darkness. The darkness then hides its name.  Though it has never seen the sun or known anything, the baby finds more rest than the rich person. Even if the rich person lives two thousand years without experiencing anything good—don’t we all go to the same place?

Ecclesiastes 6:3-6

I want to live simple again. I don’t want my day to consist of computer crashes, mountain of homework, depressing political news, how to survive  more days in the month than thee is money in the bank, doctor’s bills, gossips, did i mention morning traffic?…..

I want to believe in the power smiling, a hug, kind words, truth , justice, peace ,dreams, the imagination of mankind. At eight our thoughts are pure, our judgement sober and choices not biased.

Thinking out loud: I am officially resigning from adulthood, and if you want to discuss this very further keep in mind the heart is deceitful above all things, and desperately wicked: who can know it?

If only wishes were horses! I would have rode on this thought. I would put all these words into action. I would say here is my  my cheque book and my car keys , my credit cards, credit card bills and tax statement.

“The end of childhood is when things cease to astonish us.  When the world seems familiar, when one has got used to existence, one has become an adult.”  ~Eugene Ionesco

 “I am often accused of being childish.  I prefer to interpret that as child-like.  I still get wildly enthusiastic about little things.  I tend to exaggerate and fantasize and embellish.  I still listen to instinctual urges.  I play with leaves.  I skip down the street and run against the wind.  I never water my garden without soaking myself.  It has been after such times of joy that I have achieved my greatest creativity and produced my best work.” ~Leo F. Buscaglia, Bus 9 to Paradise