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DaRk AnGel : Why Home : April 2006 : All We Have...

All We Have...

I was watching two kids playing today. Their imaginations dreamt up new scenarios at every turn. From cops and robbers, then to cowboys and Indians, astronauts fighting the enemies of the world, and finally they came around to being doctor and nurse. Yes it was a boy and a girl. Maybe seven, maybe eight years of age, not much more.

I sat fascinated wryly smiling. It brought me back to a time at 13 when puberty had not yet hit me. Life was so simple. I was playing horsy with a girl that lived in the neighborhood. She gladly held the rope in her mouth that were imaginary reins and pranced ahead of me while I yelled "giddy up horsy". We laughed and cavorted and had fun playing.

The games of youth are so fanciful and non-destructive..

Then puberty has to come in and ruin everything. The girl that was my horse a year earlier now wore make up and a bra. And instead of playing innocent games, there was a new game in town - one where so many err and stray and change their lives forever. Instead of laughter we saw each other so differently.

I so miss innocence.

Today, as I watched those kids, I became saddened. I was sad that it all will change for them. I was sad that they could not live in that wonder world forever. One where everything is simple, everything has a happy ending and one can be anything they want to with the declaration of a new character.

Time is cruel. It ages us. It kills us. And it robs kids so.

Growing up and life would be so much simpler if, we the intelligent beings, could reproduce asexually. So much brutality and meanness and deceit could be avoided. People could concentrate more on being people. Seeking the perfect love, we are all too often crushed by the weight of time - Time changing the partners that we loved into liars and cheaters - Time causing one to grow without the other - Time taking a life before the relationship had time to age. Time….

I hate time….

But it is all we have….