Sleepy eyes.
My childhood, when did it start? When should it be marked the end of childhood? Could it be the age or perhaps just a perception. Everyone is growing every moment, but how do we know we really are mature? I feel that my childhood was pretty blissful. It was a pretty blessed one, compared to people who might have had a lot more cruel ones. But was it all that blissful? Or was it just me choosing to remember what was better? Even when i do remember bits and pieces of pain, don't i wish that everything else was better? How could i have been so sure things were that good?
But it couldn't hurt aye? To take it as a dream, an ideal. I wouldn't lose anything would i? Now would i have gained for thinking it the bad way. Could it be immature to suppose, and to wish for a nice childhood than to dig deep into the past? Or is it a choice? Even more so, why do i perceive "childhood" to be a dream, an ideal? As if once we grow and learn that maybe the world's not as "simple" that things just got worse? Did i perceive "simple" as a "dream" and supposed that everything is complicated? But it couldn't be just because things are complicated that things are bad. Yes, they are now perceived differently, but not necessarily for the worse. Even when they are worse, it doesn't necessarily mean things couldn't have been worse, and as it is, things are actually quite good.
Even so, why do i yearn for simplicity when everything is complicated? Am i running away or making a choice? Is it naive to believe in the existence of simplicity? But ain't all these just the way we think? Thinking too deep, too hard makes us miss it ain't it - that things may be as simple as it always was or is?
