We were once children...
We were once children. And we could be again. In fact, we still are. If only we would remember who we were when we dreamed of what we wanted to be when we grew up. It is then we will find the child who still lives inside us all. The child who embraced the present moment by putting him or her self always in the future. Now there is only reflection upon the past of the boy or girl who pretended to be the man or woman we have yet to become. It is said that youth is wasted on the young. It could likewise be said that adulthood is wasted on the old. It was not the dream of being a fireman or an astronaut or an artist or a mother that made us young at heart. It was the dreamer. The dreamer we could be again. The dreamer we still are. As I reminisce, looking at an old photo of my son swinging in the backyard, I am pondering what I want to be when I grow up.
26 March 2019