"It's time to return to childhood, return to innocence, return to purity, to non-judgemental joy. Adulthood is the imposter, the deceiver, the one that leads us away from our true nature. "
~Tree George~
The "gap" between what was and what is may very well be my inability to concieve that a "pure nature" exists. This implies that, regardless of
any life circumstance, there is an un-jaded, un-altered, childlike joy inside each person.
I can grasp that I was once a young child who, much like my nephew, was unaware of the troubles of life. At some point there was constant curiosity and possibly unwavering optimism. I cannot imagine that
that child lasted for long. I have memories of being two. In those memories, there are consequences. I am learning consequences. The stove is hot. Don't play with the glass things on the shelf. Don't talk to the scary neighbors.
What was pure? When was pure?
Back to the "gap".
If a child existed, her world included a sense of security. The security was defined by her "place" in the unit. Her place shifted suddenly.
She stopped existing when the sense of security stopped. The adult took over.
The adult saw and heard and did (and did not do) things.
The adult must come to terms with those things.
The adult must now adjust to the life without the security.
And the gap widens, unless......
Unless what?
It is suggested that the adult reach out to the child.
I cannot connect to this child.
If the child existed, she did so in a world that no longer exists. I cannot go back again.
I went back to a resort once to relive a wonderful memory. It was not the same at all.
I went back to our old house to revisit the past. I could not even get near the past.
My grandmother's house is now my grandfather's house. It is not the same.
My parents house is now my mother's house. It is not the same.
Our childhood house was washed away - down the river - in a flood. Now only stands weeds in a place where we all would play. "Being" does not exist there. We do not exist there.
We cannot go back. We can only go forward.
The child, if there ever was such a thing, is gone.
I am often enticed by the idea that, one day, long after humans, all of the plants will overgrow all we see now. It will all go back to earth. There seems to be a "rightness" about that.
