Apr 21 2009
Please give me a ticket to the childhood.
“But tell me, my brethen, what the child can do, which even the lion could not do?…. Innocence is the child, and forgetfulness, a new beginning, a game, a selfrolling wheel, a first movement, a holy Yea.” (Zarathustra)
I visited a blog of a 12 year old french boy few days ago. It was weird for me, not because of the blogger’s age ( I think the little boys prefer to play games rather than to write) but of the entries’ content. I was impressed by the sentence in his shout box “My greatest dream is having a dream”. This has inspired me a question : What am I dreaming of?
Now I dream of being very rich, successful, powerful, I want to love and beloved. It’s the criterions of happiness, and I think it’s normal, everyone also dreams of these. But comparing with that boy, I seem too greedy, and I realize that I have changed somehow.
I don’t remember my greatest dream when I was 12, maybe I didn’t have any great dream. At that age, my life was very peaceful in a happy family, I was always among top pupils at school, I had many friends. When somebody gave something to me and did something for me, I received it with all of my acknowledgement. I also hepled people with a good grace. Being as innocent as the others child, I thought that when I showed my true love, I would get a true love too. When I was hurt, I forgave and forgot easily. When I saw my friend having a better thing than me, I was jealous, but I never thought of stealing it to me. I didn’t care of money, I was blind to its power so I wasn’t its slave.
But I had to grow up. Becoming an adult means going into another world where you could harly survive if you’re too childish. Sometimes, life teaches you very merciless lessons. I’ve been cheated, and I’ve learned that if I’m too good, I might be exploited and be taken advantage. My heart has been broken, then I’ve learned that love is not a pieces of goods that you always get after paying. I’ve failed, and I’ve learned that some of my family members and my friends can be by my side only when I’m perfect. As all the adults have learned the same things, I must understand that it’s difficult to have free bread (and even rose), I hesitate before helping and getting helps. I’ve found that a thing impossible to be bought sometime can be bought by much of money. Being adult is tired, because we don’t know about sufficiency, off and on we may try to possess the things that don’t belong to us. We dream very much of which are too mediocre to appear in the dreams.
Having a dream, it’s very simple but it can satisfy the desire of a child. Some adults may laugh at him, but they may be not as happy as him. What’s a pity that we lose the feeling of ordinary joy around us while waiting for great ambitions that might never be realized.
Please give me a ticket to the childhood!
As a child, everybody often wished to grow up, but once grown up, they think of their youngest ages with rememberance and regret. It’s a mysterious wheel containing the discoveries, the conscience and the cogitations about life. Returning to the childhood is regaining the pure soul, reviving the most primitive compassion and awaking the natural right senses of each human.
It must not be a single ticket. I’m not like Peter Pan who wants to be a child forever. I don’t take the childhood as a shelter to get rid of the adult responsibility. I need a hope but I wouldn’t sleep roundly in the fairy tales. I should I learn to have belief but I wouldn’t be unexperienced. I wish my heart was a blank page once more to learn again about love.
A travel to the past is a chance to refresh our view, to understand well the true value of life. And then I could affirm that
-I should enjoy the precious moment with my beloved than counting my income.
-I can lose innocence, but I oughtn’t to lose morality.
-Love is unconditional.
-Forgetting the others means forgetting oneself.
-Being unwise is not always a bad luck.
