The inner child
Remember when we were young and things were so much simpler, less confused? When disappointment was waking on Christmas day to see it was raining and it mean you’d be locked indoors all day, unable to play with your new skates or your remote control cars? How did we get here? In this world of adulthood where we are faced with bills, responsibility and trying to find and secure ourselves in some sort of relationship. Love.
How do we get back to that childlike innocence where we took the world at face value and made the most of every sun drenched day? Is it possible to become an adult and to still retain some of that wonderful childlike glimpse of the world? I think we can. I think we can still paint the world with beautiful colours. Shades of iridescent yellow and orange as well as the calming, undulating hues of blue and green.
If I make any new years resolutions this year, this will be what I aim to achieve. I would like to paint the world in beautiful colours. I want to find that inner child that has been hidden for so long now. I would like to take opportunity with two hands and grasp to that last reminiscent of child within me. 2009mwill be the year of yes. Taking opportunity with a pinch of salt and instead of placing expectations upon situations which I am unable to control. Knowing that this is who I am and I am perfectly adequate for all situations.
