When we were small, one hour felt like a vast stretch of time, but now weeks and months go by when we blink. I guess as we grow older there are more options; so many more things to do, and also so many more things we have to do. But yet, we squander time worrying about things nobody cared about when we were five or six, like where am I headed? why does this cost so much? why does she have a Gucci bag and I have a no-name-brand bag?
We become less tolerant of petty mistakes. If a five year old's white shirt turned pink in the washing machine, he might not even notice. And when real problems arise, children have the zeal to take it head on, devoid of fear or doubt or regret. They smile when something good happens, cry when something bad happens. No hidden meanings, no innuendo.
They are able to live in the moment and take every day to it's full value, measured in only one factor: fun. But that's what life is about, right? Having fun. Being happy. We lack that simplicity. Tangled in the never-ending loop of worry and work, we lose sight of what we live for.
Simplicity. by todo-el-mundo
What do you live for?
