Playground

When I was not that civilized, or not that "well-educated" and sophisticated, my mind was unlimited. It was around the time when I was at elementary school, everything could be possible as long as my mind was awake. While I was asleep, well, nothing was impossible, much wilder, more fanciful. This born ability gave me the reason why I could fool around all day long without doing things and still not be tired of the silence, and the isolation. Beside myself, the creativity was my best friend, teaching me how to paint, how to sing, how to dance, how to smile, and how to play. She was with me all the time wherever I went. Even though I turned in, she helped me build me dreams, led the way I thought about everything. She created what I loved, and what I needed.

Who didn't have this kind of friend when being kids? Everyone did. But when we grew up, she vaguely disappeared. Like the boiling water evaporating, like the street lights getting dimmed, she seldom came back, will probably never return. And then we need other stuff to take over her place. We desperately search for any friendships, relationships, indulgence, luxuries, pleasures, and sin. Most of people will find their jouneys totally in vain and upset. Swimming through the ocean, running through the desert, it ends up yourself but nothing. Our creativity was killed, was murdered. Our minds were no more in harmony. Instead, there were hollow, emptiness, vacancy, and weakness.

We turn to be law-abiding citizens, moral saints, and decent men, but we forgot how to be kids that we were born to be, that we used to be.