Memoir: 11/26/09 – 15:25

I envy kids. In their young, tender state, they know no fear. I envy their laughter because when you hear it, you know it’s genuine. They laugh at the simplest things and you see that they truly are happy.

I envy how dauntless they are. They dare to fly and it scares grown ups how fearless their children get to be. I wish to be as fearless as they are—no worries about falling, getting their knees scraped and bleeding.

Then it makes me wonder: why are we, adults, so fearful? It is because we know better—like what will hurt us and what won’t? Why do we no longer become fond of the simplest things?

So I envy kids—their life is simple, fearless, and filled with the risk-taking I look for as a grown up.




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