Most of us grow up, not realizing the moment in which we were in fact, full fledged grown ups. Of course there were moments as a teenager when we felt we knew it all, but now we know we did not. Then there was the first cell phone, first car and WATCH OUT NOW the first apartment. That is if we were ever really dumb enough to move out of our parents home, but then something happened. Our pseudo status of adult hood, turned into a real adulthood.
You know bill payments that come printed on red or pink paper. Marriage, divorce, kids, shot records. These are just a few reminders that we have in fact reached adulthood. Now we are finally in the adult stage. This is the stage where sitting on the toilet is a great escape from the kids, at least until they swing open the door. Showers are for day dreaming, until the little ones are able to reach and open the shower door.
Bubble baths are just about non existent, because what grown up has time for bubbles? Why is it we feel that we no longer have time for bubbles, coloring books and toys? What happen to the active imagination we were born with?
When did we trade our soda bottles for beer bottles and who made up the phrase acquired taste?
Is it that adults have learned to give up on and settle for better? Better jobs, better friends, better relationships? how about trade better for better and use our natural gifts to make it so.
Life for us is like a coloring book, full of blank coloring pages. Who said we had to stay in the lines?. Oh yeah, grown ups who said the Teddy Bear must be brown, or the sun had to be yellow or yeah GROWN UPS. Who told us that our imaginary friends were not real? The friend who others could not see was a Guardian Source of Light, who only we as children could see.
Who killed Imagination?