To Whom It May Concern:
I hereby
officially tender my resignation as an adult. I
have decided I would like
to accept the responsibilities of a 6
year old again.
I want
to go to McDonald's and think that it's a four star
restaurant. I want to sail
sticks across a fresh mud puddle and
make ripples with rocks.
I want to think M&Ms are better than
money, because you can eat
them. I want to play kickball during
recess and paint with watercolours
in art. I want to lie under a
big Oak tree and run a lemonade
stand with my friends on a hot
summers' day.
I want
to return to a time when life was simple. When all
you knew were colours, addition
tables and simple nursery rhymes,
but that didn't bother you,
because you didn't know what you
didn't know and you didn't
care. When all you knew was to be
happy because you didn't
know all the things that should make you
worried and upset.
I want
to think that the world is fair. That everyone in it
is honest and good.
I want to believe that anything is possible.
Somewhere
in my youth... I matured and I learned too much.
I learned
of nuclear weapons, war, prejudice, starvation and
abused children. I
learned of lies, unhappy marriages,
suffering, illness, pain
and death.
I learned
of a world where men left their families to go and
fight for our country, and
returned only to end up living on the
streets... begging for their
next meal. I learned of a world
where children knew how to
kill...and did.
What happened
to the time when we thought that everyone would
live forever, because we
didn't grasp the concept of death? When
we thought the worst thing
in the world was if someone took the
jump rope from you or picked
you last for kickball? I want to be
oblivious to the complexity
of life and be overly excited by
little things once again.
I want to return to the days when
reading was fun and music
was clean.
When television
was used to report the news or for family
entertainment and not to
promote sex, violence and deceit. I
remember being naive and
thinking that
everyone was happy because
I was.
I would walk on the beach
and only think of the sand between my
toes and the prettiest seashell
I could find. I would spend my
afternoons climbing trees
and riding my bike.
I didn't worry about time,
bills or where I
was going to find the money
to fix my car. I used to
wonder what I was going to
do or be when I grew up,
not worry about what I'll
do if this doesn't work out.
I want
to live simple again. I don't want my day to consist
of computer crashes, mountains
of paperwork, depressing news, how
to survive more days in the
month than there is money in the
bank, doctor bills, gossip,
illness and loss of loved ones. I
want to believe in the power
of smiles, hugs, a kind word, truth,
justice, peace, dreams, the
imagination, mankind and making
angels in the snow.
I
want to be 6 again.
-- Author Unknown
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