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Dec 6
In the midst of dead week, studying for finals, and pulling consecutive 9-12 hour shifts at the library, I was browsing my archive and realized how much my actual blog writing has lapsed in the past year. A couple days ago I began a post about this notion of wishing to reclaim youth and in a sense, draw upon nostalgia from the past. It wasn’t until this morning when this starry-eyed HP fan sent me a picture which epitomized my still-formulating thoughts. Then I remembered I wrote about this exact subject about 2 years ago. Pre-inspiration for this photo? Maybe.. But thanks for making my morning, you know who you are. ———- We age, we mature, we gain new insights with each and every minute that passes and it seems that retaining youth and the essence of a child’s innocence is becoming more and more essential vis-a-vis the stressors and pessimists we live with. When I look around, the world is, for lack of a better phrase, fucked up. Shit happens, we move on. I wish I could just curl up into a ball, hide under my blankie and just forget about the world. That’s how we all escaped as children, right? Making forts out of pillows and blankets and chairs and sofas, creating our own facades to block the outside world. Grabbing that epic novel where animals talk, magic is common, good battles evil, and the characters in the story automatically become your homies and personal enemies.  Nothing is more innocent than the look on a child’s face when playing make-believe. They are in their own little world and quite frankly, it makes me jealous to know that they have such an insightful talent. Think about it: spontaneously being able to create your own time and place, replace the current setting for your own inventions, and living, not role-playing, to make your imagination come to life. I envy little kids because I know that if I tried this now, my mind would still wander and I wouldn’t be able to fully immerse myself in that little ‘world’ or mine. Children are innocent in their curiosity and this innocence of simply living sans stress or force is a beautiful thing.

In the midst of dead week, studying for finals, and pulling consecutive 9-12 hour shifts at the library, I was browsing my archive and realized how much my actual blog writing has lapsed in the past year. A couple days ago I began a post about this notion of wishing to reclaim youth and in a sense, draw upon nostalgia from the past. It wasn’t until this morning when this starry-eyed HP fan sent me a picture which epitomized my still-formulating thoughts. Then I remembered I wrote about this exact subject about 2 years ago. Pre-inspiration for this photo? Maybe.. But thanks for making my morning, you know who you are.

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We age, we mature, we gain new insights with each and every minute that passes and it seems that retaining youth and the essence of a child’s innocence is becoming more and more essential vis-a-vis the stressors and pessimists we live with.

When I look around, the world is, for lack of a better phrase, fucked up. Shit happens, we move on. I wish I could just curl up into a ball, hide under my blankie and just forget about the world. That’s how we all escaped as children, right? Making forts out of pillows and blankets and chairs and sofas, creating our own facades to block the outside world. Grabbing that epic novel where animals talk, magic is common, good battles evil, and the characters in the story automatically become your homies and personal enemies. 

Nothing is more innocent than the look on a child’s face when playing make-believe. They are in their own little world and quite frankly, it makes me jealous to know that they have such an insightful talent. Think about it: spontaneously being able to create your own time and place, replace the current setting for your own inventions, and living, not role-playing, to make your imagination come to life. I envy little kids because I know that if I tried this now, my mind would still wander and I wouldn’t be able to fully immerse myself in that little ‘world’ or mine. Children are innocent in their curiosity and this innocence of simply living sans stress or force is a beautiful thing.

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