Kids

My main inspiration in life I find in my children, and the children that I surround myself with. They are innocent and care free, even the most cautious. They just live to explore and learn someting new with each passing moment. And questions, they are so full of questions. Why this, what’s that, who is he, how do you? When did I stop asking so many important questions? When did I say to myself, self, keep that to your self. I never want my little ones to stop wondering out loud. I never should have stopped wondering out loud. At what point in life do we break from this carefree stance on life and start wondering to ourselves. inside of ourselves? When did we start daydreaming what we should have been expressing? And how do I stop this monstrosity from happening to the children in my life. Was it when we could detect annoyance? Or when we realized judgement? Or did we let it just simply fade into what we think of as silliness? Childishness? I feel there is a great loss of respect there, some where in and all around the term childishness. Those thoughts and constant questions are what shaped us. And to those older than myself, do you return to this? Please, say you do. Say I will…