For some time now, I've caught myself often driving by parks and playgrounds and for that brief moment in passing being mesmerized by the spirit of those children playing. And with it comes the thoughts of innocence. And also when do we lose it? That joy which makes our existence whole.
Perhaps it's the burden of responsibility that comes with adulthood. When your niche in the world is carved by whatever it may be; credit, career, and so on. Or perhaps it's when you realize that the world is truly a dark place. When you hear far too often about the evils of man. When pessimism becomes almost a norm.
I know quite damn well that I'm a realist and inherit its pessimism. I have no joys of ideas of some utopia that is never to come. Yes, I'd like to see our world become something better, but I know that we will never find some world free of what ails us. Human nature prevents us from doing so.
That has essentially been my existentialist take on things. We do what we can to make our existence enjoyable. And we ponder on every aspect of the human experience possible. I enjoy just letting my mind go free to do as it pleases. The places and ideas that I've had (and more often than not lost moments later) have been quite the experience. The emotions brought out have been staggering. And all it takes is that late night drive on some back road or the notes of music to let my mind ride upon. Usually, it's a combination of the two.
But as I asked earlier, where is that we lose our innocence? Perhaps it's a never-ending journey. And you know...maybe it's for the best. I surely don't mind keeping one eye over my shoulder, watching what lay behind me. But I keep my other eye directly on the future. My feet will keep moving. So let's see what we can experience in this moment, today, this week, this month, this year.
Sunday, March 11, 2012
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