as the saying goes
I thought like a child.
Now as an adult,
I put off the foolishness of childhood and think differently.
Really?
Must we?
I ask for myself as I wander over my years looking for the great evidence that because I have put off childish things, I am all the better in this life.
Really?
I am not so sure anymore.
I wonder in my wandering if we haven’t all been led terribly astray in thinking that growing older means growing up.
Because what exactly, is growing up?
Sure, there are some among us who prove this point truth in their idiocy
but what if there is a great secret
a pearl to be found
in keeping at least a bit of the foolishness of childhood?
I wonder what the world would be like, with brush in hand, and gloved fingers playing over the surface of color on my canvas,
what would the world be like, if everyone everywhere, had a hold on just 10% of their foolishness~
Maybe there would be no reason at all for this conversation~