The Prison We Build For Oursleves As Adults
There is something I love about this photo I took yesterday.
It highlights the freedom of youth. The complete and utter disregard for anything tidy and orderly.
I mean, who would think of destroying a perfectly fabulous sleep over-three little boys with all the joys of spring-by actually tidying up? An adult, that’s who.
Sitting back and observing them, woke me up a little, as I was so simply reminded that my idea of perfection was so terribly different to theirs.
Perfect to me, was a tidy lounge room, with all toys packed away after use, beds made and NO NOISE.
Perfect to them however, was having 3 buddies over to giggle with, wrestle, laugh and scream with joy in the purest most honest form, pillow fights, and a very real oblivion to the ‘state’ in which they had left the lounge room.
What I wouldn’t give, to ‘let go’-just for a while-of the prison I have created for myself as a boring adult in view of achieving ‘orderly, and controlled’.