why, why, why

sometimes it's nice to be brought to a new self-perspective, especially when it's a freshly turned 4-year old bringing blinding insight and shoving it unintentionally but no less potently in my abashed face.

there were times when those little humans baffled and frustrated me to the greatest depths of my hard-to-come-by patience (if i even have any at all). with all their incessant questions and an inexplicable inability to understand the world in the accepting manner i at times fall victim to, i made little space for those creatures ranging from recently de-wombed to 10 or so.

but now i find myself to be taking lessons from one meadlowlark preschooler with wisdom greater than most pompously educated phDs or age beaten late-in-lifers with whom i've crossed paths. he keeps showing me that once i surpassed the years that were allowed some bits of imagination, i begin clambering through whatever this thing we refer to as reality might be with cloudy ears and deafened eyes...at least when i don't allow my strangest thoughts to take hold for more than a moment.

those miniature, painstakingly curious humans i once wrote off to be mere children are more often than not the only ones who have yet to succumb to the spell of cheap interpretations and hardly tangible interactions with the world around them. and it's that unyielding,(hopefully but unlikely) immortal desire to make sense of a pocket of the globe that has unknowingly gone mad that should be an indication of brilliance: all of us grown-ups or those of us who like to think of ourselves as such are the ones who should be causing the impatience we so easily bestow on our youngest counterparts. for we are the ones overflowing with half-assed answers to all those "why's" and "how comes?"; we are the ones crumbling our potentially powerful piles of cerebral matter with the inability to challenge and to question and and to truly be human.

i want to start cracking open my increasingly dense skull to start soaking in the leaves and sounds and words and seconds around me in a once known and recently forgotten way; the way of my previously knowledgeable self who i let die somewhere between the days that broke my childlike spirit. i want to let the flames of curiousity lash at the memories that i've let slay the best parts of me so that i can again be seeking out the answers to all of those "how comes?" i previously had no time for. i want to start being a real person again.

kids should be the ones ruling the world.
maybe they could at least find a way to stop tearing everything apart from the inside out.