Sheryza‘s awesome post about recollecting childhood events made me think a little. After reminiscing the good old days of my youth (oh wait, I AM still young!), I wondered what separates childhood from adulthood, apart from the obvious biological characteristics and the psychological hangups we acquire? Why was our childhoods so much more fun than our adulthood? I mean, don’t get me wrong, I love being an adult…but the long-gone days of setting up a lemonade stand on a cul-de-sac that nobody drives through had its own mystical charm, ya know?
You know what it was for me? The care-free assumption that nothing undertaken is a waste of time. So the only person to give me a dime for my lemonade is my dad–taught me something: I would suck at business. And the heart-ache of the realization lasted for maybe, at the maximum, 10 minutes…till I thought of something else to do! Which is coincidentally what people will advise you, as an adult, when you are getting over some sort of setback, depression, or whatever: Do something different to distract yourself, you’ll get over the pain faster. Funny how one of the lessons we already innately know as children, we forget as adults…and then have to keep re-learning!
The other thing that separated childhood from adulthood was the concept of doing things now! Not a second later! The thought hits, and you gotta have at it! Who knows if you’ll live to see another day?! As adults, we sometimes get into that mode of Tomorrow Never Dies…we dress it up and call it procrastination…but really “Many fine things can be done in a day if you don’t always make that day tomorrow.”
Ah, kids. We never questioned things too deeply, instead of asking “Will it work?” we asked “Can I make it work?” And the answer was always “Yes!” After every defeat, we’d just pick ourselves up, dust ourselves off, start over, and the answer was still a resounding Hell Yeah!
We can still live like children: in the moment. Have something exciting to show for at the end of the day. One day, when we’re grey-haired and wrinkled, we will look at these days as our childhood, inshaAllah–so give our future selves something to laugh madly about…or at least smile about with immense satisfaction. Wouldn’t want to bust a rib, you know*! 😛
What separated your childhood from adulthood? Or are you one of the lucky few for whom nothing really changed? Tell me, I am dying to know!
*Tongue inserted firmly in cheek! Not intended as an offense to the elderly…especially seeing as how I would like to get there eventually!