aching for rebirth.

I envy the life of a child. I watch them cling to people without fear or reservation--simply content with the experience of love...and not giving a damn about the knowledge of it. I watch them cry, unashamed of genuity. The only monsters they worry about are the ones underneath their Superman/Cinderalla comforters. They dance at funerals, laugh in church, are painfully honest, and love without condition and with joy. I read their To-Do lists on their faces every day:

1. Wake up, thinking not of religion or occupation or political scandals or giant steps, but whether to indulge in Cheerios or oatmeal.
2. Give love and receive love in complete trust (adults would label this complete trust foolishness).
3. Play in the sandbox.
4. Look at bugs.
5. Laugh, even if the sand was wet or the bugs were pulverized.
6. Call people by their first names, without the precedent of "Mr." and "Mrs.". Call Mom and Dad Mommy and Daddy.
7. Wonder how to spell addiction, worry, regret, and arrogance. Wonder what these words even mean.

I've always loved that unless you become like these was printed in red. I think I'll keep working on growing down. I hope people still ask me: "What do you want to be when you grow up?" Because learning never ended for me at 12th grade, when I left home, or at age twenty two, when a diploma was placed in my hands. And I hope, someday, to live and to love like a child again.