I envy the freedom a child holds in their soul..that bliss is something I haven’t felt for years now and I wish ever so deeply that it wasn’t so..joy ever fleeting the older I grow, the more I see, the more I fall prey too. It’s torn apart the foundations my childhood self feverishly tried to build up, in the wake of overwhelming hardship.
I envy the beauty a child holds within their soul. The perception of life without fault..stemming from the idea that we all should exist with happiness in our hearts, for we exist in a literal heaven, isolated in the impossibility of the cosmos. A child recognizes this even without knowledge of it..as if we are born with this innate sense of how incredible existence is...they base their entire childhood upon it. It’s only after so many years spent crying about how unfair or dishonest this life we’ve been forced into is, that they sit back and become what we are now. Ignorant individuals who exist frivolously...as mere blimps of wasted existence achieving nothing...being nothing..until we sit upon our death beds and weep as death herself invites us to her home. We weep for we realized how incomplete our existence was, we fear death because the time we have spent has not been fulfilling in the slightest. We merely exist to exist...nothing more nothing less. We waste the impossibility of our lives chasing selfish dreams or desires that will ultimately amount to nothing in the next week or so..how foolish the most intelligent species in the known universe has become. Our beliefs destroy our understanding of the world..we refuse to acknowledge the greater depths of our own selves and henceforth become slaves to existence itself.
A child however exist because....existing is the most incredible thing they have ever done..everything is awe inspiring to them, and not a single moment that rolls by should be spent without that thought running through ones mind. We strive to make our own lives this perfect mess of events, while leaving our brethren in the dust. Every individual does this in life and now, several billion people later, we sit on a dying celestial body, in a dying civilization, harboring a crippling society. All for what.