Looking back

I've been doing some much needed introspection now and can safely conclude that I want to make my life as eventful as those wonderful days of childhood, where I lived a life, free of all worries and troubles, knowing not more than the blue sunlight sky, the evergreen meadows of seemingly carefully trimmed expansive lawns and the odd rocky rivulets flowing between them! I wanted to grow up and see the world then, not knowing the tremendous displeasure that it would bring about in my life!

Beetles, Beegees and Leo Sayer, did their magic back then, always adding to the luxury of childhood and the blissful nothingness that was associated with it! Childhood was greenery and expansive blue spread forever with hues of unconditionally soft white, if you know what that means, meant rather!

I step back to think about those Sunday afternoons and Monday mornings often not being very different from each other, barring the place of presence, them being home and school respectively. The excitement was feverishly fearful to those around me!

Tell me what I've done that I'm here now, as the one that I am, far from those wonderful days of pure joy? Why, I wonder, does the child always feel better to be a man? It's not for bloody nuts that Floyd sang "The Child has grown and the dream has gone."

Another sorry tale of the grass being green on the other side? Nay, for I've seen it all and lived it too, and am sure the parallel will someday come!

Footnotes:

My quest for purpose is intense and you will see more of these 'looking back' instances!