
The Boy Inside My Chest
I find vagueness in the time when it was considered growing up when you gave up upon your dreams. I comb my mind, the catacombs of empty knowledge and recollections to understand it was adult to stop smiling. My eyes are tired as I watch the mouth move of another, oh these topical conversations. When did the element of adulthood become a conformity of repressed ideals and compromised nonsense? Of course all things are what you make of them. I cannot ignore the disturbing realization the paramount of acceptance is to be resolute against joy and expression. The little boy sits inside like all hopes and dreams.
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Like many fine things and concepts of this world, the amount of growing up is a subjective term of multiple perspective. It is only when considered an absolute shared by mass, that one begins to tug at the collar. Boy and girl shall age and child will grow, yet the directions of our mindset and character are not advocated by expectation, internal or external as it were. I am troubled by the motions that there is this compulsion for what is to be expected of any individual concerning the status of their time, interests and interaction. We are things that stare upon boxes directions images into our eyes, drinking things of bacteria drowned within their own wastes as poison, yet such a thing as wondering the true origins of water ( It came from space of all places and is a component of our life. ) would be considered wasteful, childish or abnormal.
We are all children forever on this Earth and it shows in our action to ignore reason and consequence, to be apathetic to knowledge, and to follow without question simply because it were the way it were when we began. Yet we may best hold onto that innocence too for dreams and happiness, expression and motivation governed by our ability to have growth. Grow old, but never " Grow up "
We are all children forever on this Earth and it shows in our action to ignore reason and consequence, to be apathetic to knowledge, and to follow without question simply because it were the way it were when we began. Yet we may best hold onto that innocence too for dreams and happiness, expression and motivation governed by our ability to have growth. Grow old, but never " Grow up "
your advice is not unlike that of Neil Gaiman, nor does it very much stray from the moral of Peter Pan. I like it. I like it very much. to be validated for my desire to remain chidlike, at least in heart, forever is a feeling to make me smile all the way form the inside out.
thankyou.
thankyou.
I think it has to do with...
...priorities. Understanding that there are things that come first, before your own desires. Bills to be paid, groceries to buy, labor to facilitate these ends.
I do believe there is quite a lot of nostalgia for a time when these were not things that needed worrying about (and I've heard theories that the zeitgiest movement is largely founded on the expression of wishing for a state of childhood unconcern that they never had growing up).
...priorities. Understanding that there are things that come first, before your own desires. Bills to be paid, groceries to buy, labor to facilitate these ends.
I do believe there is quite a lot of nostalgia for a time when these were not things that needed worrying about (and I've heard theories that the zeitgiest movement is largely founded on the expression of wishing for a state of childhood unconcern that they never had growing up).
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