Innocence

 

"My heart leaps up when I behold
 A Rainbow in the sky:
 So was it when my life began;
 So is it now I am a man;
 So be it when I shall grow old,
 Or let me die!
 The Child is father of the man;
 And I wish my days to be
 Bound each to each by natural piety."

                        -William Wordsworth

Adults confuse me. They live in a world of their own. They preach something and practice something else. They say they're mature but waste a huge part of their lives fighting on the simplest of all things, making simple things complicated. They worry about things that won't happen. They make and break laws whenever they like. Everything wrong they do has a cause. It's for the good. They give up happiness for other things that they think is more important.

But, in every man is a child. Innocence. Longing to jump and play, to shout and have fun, to live carefree, to enjoy the small things in life. But they refrain. It's that one small thing that separates adults from children. It's not something that they've learnt growing up, but forgot. As an adolescent, I'm right between the two but it's certainly not best of both worlds.

It's kind of pointless wishing my niece turning two tomorrow a happy birthday let alone through the Internet, so this is a little something to mark the day. Happy Birthday :)

 

 

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