it is there. that is to say if you are living. for some it is a living reality. for others just a forgotten memory of what could have been. i have been think about this for a long time. why is it that we have this thing inside that just wants to play. i am not complaining. i love my inner child side of life. but some people can not seem to handle theirs. a real pity. then the inner child grows up and looses its sense of adventure. i would hate to see that happen to me. so i was planning my summer around the mediterranean for the upcoming summer when all these thoughts just kept on running through my mind. and i remembered that i read a book some years ago. the book was a good read. perhaps commercial. but with some truths never the less. it all linked up with some things that i have been experiencing on my travels. some people say it is a free spirit. perhaps. i like to think that too sometimes. meaning it in a good way though. free to experience. free to receive. free to give. not judgemental. not offensive. but with arms wide open. it is crazy but i have this urge to never stop playing life. perhaps because i am super fortunate. perhaps because i refuse to be negative. perhaps because i love being positive. an optimist. a dreamer. inner child. wild at heart. wanderlust. call it what you want. i just can not help it.
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