Kid

When I was a kid, I use to sit out in my backyard at night and stare at the moon and the stars and the sky. I use to think to myself, “I’m going to go there one day! I can change the world!”. As kids we use to actually think we can change the world like that. A simple dream. A single unwavering unchanging thought. If given the chance to change the world at that moment we would’ve taken it in a heartbeat. Childish dreams running the world. Wouldn’t that be nice? As kids we thought of nothing but simple happy things. But then… we grew up… I grew up. And we lost all those childish dreams. All that energetic ambition… was gone (In a way). And every day we wonder where did it go? We got older…I got older and start to realize that, as the years pass on by, changing the world wasn’t as simple as it was back then. We learn definitions, we learn theories, we break down into a more structured environment of thinking… we break down ourselves. The definition of changing the world becomes survival. We replace our ambitions with more wants than needs. We traded in our childish games and dreams for a poisoned garden of grass and greed to put in our back pockets. We changed our goals into work and labor and called it a profession… I mean there’s nothing wrong with that these days but.. the one’s that pay, we give up a lot of our needs, our dreams, our ambitions, our aspirations just for that paycheck, just to be called a lawyer when I wanted to be an artist, just to be called a doctor when I wanted to be a writer, just to be called an accountant when I know I hated math. Waking up for a paycheck sometimes isn’t worth it. Most times they are…not going to lie. But when we’re older, in the middle of it all, we’ll sit down and wonder “What if?” or “ What happened to that kid who was me?” That kid who use to sit out in his backyard and did nothing but dream. Whatever happened to him? When did he leave? Growing up I gained more freedom but I was given more labels, more mental restrictions. I’m sure everyone can understand that. I lost some of my childish ambition and gained a little bit of adult greed. Can’t be blamed for that right? These days are hard for dreamers. There are the rare few who keep them and make something out of it. I hope to be one of them. Only time will tell. As adults we want give our kids the world and more. And they do. And we believe it. Life just whittles it down a little bit. When I grow old and my time is up, I’ll give my world to my kids and it’s their turn to dream…