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Last night I cried. I wasn't really crying because I was sad, although the tears were tinged with sadness, but I wasn't really crying because I was happy, although the tears were tinged with happiness.
It feels like a big lump inside my chest that's pounding away. It's like my heart is breaking and I can feel every fibre tearing. It's feels as if I can't catch my breath properly.
I've lost something, and I miss it. It's not a person that I've lost, Its not even a place. The people and places that I've loved all my life are still there. I can visit them if I want to. I'm not crying for an object, anything solid that I can properly express, what is it that I have lost? What am I crying for?
Probing at my feelings is like picking off a scab, Its hurts, but there is a kind of grim satisfacation to poking it and seeing it bleed. In the end I discover what it is I have lost. Its the freedom of childhood, the freedom of imagination. I've lost the ability to create new worlds in my head, I've lost the love of playing games in the garden with nothing more than a patch of grass and a tree stump allowing my mind to go wild with possibilities. I've lost much more than that too.
Whan I was a kid all the problems I had which seemed unsurmountable, were easily put right by telling my mum about it. I might have been scared to tell her things, but things were invariably better once she knew about them. peace of mind.
I knew I had a good thing when I was a kid. I knew that I never wanted to be an adult with responsibilities. I couldn't understand why adults never wanted to play games of pretending things. I made a promise to myself that I would never be like that, I would never grow up, I would never forget how to play. But of course I have. I can't recabture that magic that things held when I was a child. I can invent new worlds in my head anymore. My bed isn't a boat floating through the sea at night anymore. I have more important things to worry about
It feels like a big lump inside my chest that's pounding away. It's like my heart is breaking and I can feel every fibre tearing. It's feels as if I can't catch my breath properly.
I've lost something, and I miss it. It's not a person that I've lost, Its not even a place. The people and places that I've loved all my life are still there. I can visit them if I want to. I'm not crying for an object, anything solid that I can properly express, what is it that I have lost? What am I crying for?
Probing at my feelings is like picking off a scab, Its hurts, but there is a kind of grim satisfacation to poking it and seeing it bleed. In the end I discover what it is I have lost. Its the freedom of childhood, the freedom of imagination. I've lost the ability to create new worlds in my head, I've lost the love of playing games in the garden with nothing more than a patch of grass and a tree stump allowing my mind to go wild with possibilities. I've lost much more than that too.
Whan I was a kid all the problems I had which seemed unsurmountable, were easily put right by telling my mum about it. I might have been scared to tell her things, but things were invariably better once she knew about them. peace of mind.
I knew I had a good thing when I was a kid. I knew that I never wanted to be an adult with responsibilities. I couldn't understand why adults never wanted to play games of pretending things. I made a promise to myself that I would never be like that, I would never grow up, I would never forget how to play. But of course I have. I can't recabture that magic that things held when I was a child. I can invent new worlds in my head anymore. My bed isn't a boat floating through the sea at night anymore. I have more important things to worry about
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> Rosalind wrote:
> There doesn't seem much fun in pretending that my bed is a boat
> anymore.
There was a lot of fun when I pretended this but, well, I did have Johnny Depp and Orlando Bloom with me and no one else was invited :)
*I guess I'd better go read the rest of this thread.
> There doesn't seem much fun in pretending that my bed is a boat
> anymore.
There was a lot of fun when I pretended this but, well, I did have Johnny Depp and Orlando Bloom with me and no one else was invited :)
*I guess I'd better go read the rest of this thread.
Goaty, it's back on!
Now that WOULD be fun :p
Rosalind wrote:
> There doesn't seem much fun in pretending that my bed is a boat
> anymore.
There goes Goatboy's dream of kinky pirate dress up.
> There doesn't seem much fun in pretending that my bed is a boat
> anymore.
There goes Goatboy's dream of kinky pirate dress up.
"Welcome to the real world" - Morpheus
It does hit you one day when you realise that you really are completely grown up. And it is sad in a way when you realise that you've lost the innocence of youth. But life goes on.
You don't have to become like your parents yet. You don't have to be boring and a fuddy duddy. Others mentioned how creativity still exists in some shape or form once an adult. But that's not what you really menat.
I know you're young, 21 or so, and you've been through a lot of change at the moment. Between nearly finishing university, and the Ogre, there is a lot of transition. Anyone who can manage the transition from child to adult seamlessly deserves an award. Because life just doesn't work like that.
But try remember when you were a child. You always wanted to be older didn't you? At 10 you would be desperate to be 12, when 12 to be 15, when 15 to be 18. Being older always seemed cooler, that it would open up a whole new world. And it does. Now you have the time, resources and freedom to try and fulfill a few of your dreams as a child.
So carpe diem, seize the day, because eventually night will fall, and you want to be able to look back at think that was a good life.
It does hit you one day when you realise that you really are completely grown up. And it is sad in a way when you realise that you've lost the innocence of youth. But life goes on.
You don't have to become like your parents yet. You don't have to be boring and a fuddy duddy. Others mentioned how creativity still exists in some shape or form once an adult. But that's not what you really menat.
I know you're young, 21 or so, and you've been through a lot of change at the moment. Between nearly finishing university, and the Ogre, there is a lot of transition. Anyone who can manage the transition from child to adult seamlessly deserves an award. Because life just doesn't work like that.
But try remember when you were a child. You always wanted to be older didn't you? At 10 you would be desperate to be 12, when 12 to be 15, when 15 to be 18. Being older always seemed cooler, that it would open up a whole new world. And it does. Now you have the time, resources and freedom to try and fulfill a few of your dreams as a child.
So carpe diem, seize the day, because eventually night will fall, and you want to be able to look back at think that was a good life.
I still enjoy playing console and P.C games, I find it a kind of release.
Release from paying the bills or should I work overtime this weekend.
As my daughter grows up I'm getting the kid games bit all over again, but from a different perspective this time around.
Life is serious and crappy a lot of the time, but you need to keep that little bit of space to be childish every so often.
Release from paying the bills or should I work overtime this weekend.
As my daughter grows up I'm getting the kid games bit all over again, but from a different perspective this time around.
Life is serious and crappy a lot of the time, but you need to keep that little bit of space to be childish every so often.
have you never bought a car/or something and wondered what it will be like and waited with childish glee until its come? this is the same as the boat image. read a book. that is purely imagination. the words influence the images in your mind...
many peoples jobs require them to imagine, to be creative, it does still exist in the adult generation.
many peoples jobs require them to imagine, to be creative, it does still exist in the adult generation.
There doesn't seem much fun in pretending that my bed is a boat anymore.
"The more you open your eyes, the better you will see"
Rosalind wrote:
> Its the freedom of childhood, the freedom of imagination. I've lost the ability to create new worlds in my head,
I know the way of the world has a tendency to batter this out of people, but no one loses the freedom of the imagination, it's the one thing you can't lose. It just needs to be reawakened, rediscovered, fed. Everyone is buzzing around trying to make money, trying to do this this, trying to do that, but at what cost. I see the imagination as the real wealth, without we become like zombies.
> Its the freedom of childhood, the freedom of imagination. I've lost the ability to create new worlds in my head,
I know the way of the world has a tendency to batter this out of people, but no one loses the freedom of the imagination, it's the one thing you can't lose. It just needs to be reawakened, rediscovered, fed. Everyone is buzzing around trying to make money, trying to do this this, trying to do that, but at what cost. I see the imagination as the real wealth, without we become like zombies.
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