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Resignation

I am here by resigning from growing up.
I have decided i would like to accept the responsibilities of a six year old instead. I want to go to McDonald's and think it is a 4-star restaurant.
I want to sail sticks across a fresh mud puddle and make ripples with rocks.
I want to think that chocolates are better than money because you can eat them.
I want to play with my Barbie house and my Ken and paint with watercolors in art.
I want to lie under a big oak tree and lick mango/orange/cola ice-lollies with friends on a hot summer day.
I want to return to a time when life was simple. When all you knew were colours,addition, multiplication tables and simple nursery rhymes, but you did not bother because you didn't know what you didn't know and didn't care.
When all you knew was to be happy because you didn't know all the things that would make you worried or upset.
I want to think that the world is a nice place and that everyone is honest and good.
I want to believe that anything is possible.
But!
Somewhere in my youth i matured and learnt too much. I learned of nuclear weapons, war, prejudice, starvation, illness, pain and death. And i learned of a world where children were taught how to kill and did so.
What happened to that time when we thought everyone would live forever because we did not grasp the concept of dying.
When we thought the worst thing in the world was when someone took your chocolates or picked you last at dance or theater.
I want to be oblivious of the complexities of life and be overly excited by little things once again.I remember being naive and thinking everyone was happy because i was!
I would walk on the beach and only think of the sand beneath my toes and the prettiest seashells i could find.
I would spend my afternoons playing hide and seek and pithoo and cricket and kabaddi and make sure that i wear a multi-colored skirt the day we were supposed to play "Crocodile -crocodile can i cross the river?"!(Does anyone remember that game?)
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 simply again. I want to believe in the power of smiles , hugs, a kind word, truth, justice, peace, dreams, imagination, humankind and making designs on the sand.
I want to be six again.
Now where do i send my resignation??

Comments

  1. I want to come back from school jumping on all the puddles on my way back home

    I want to be innocent again so that all these bad things dont affect me.

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  2. "I want to live simply again. I want to believe in the power of smiles , hugs, a kind word, truth, justice, peace, dreams, imagination, humankind and making designs on the sand."
    they still work, as long as you keep your innocence intact..its not easy but the fact that you can write such a post shows that the innocence hasn't yet gone..or rather you are making sure it does not go anywhere.. :P...
    awesome post...
    and ya, resignation accepted ;)

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