It’s a known fact that people enjoy writing stuff. Maybe, they like to jot down something which caught their attention while reading the paper or a magazine or doodling over a cartoon area; basically people enjoy writing stuff.
Remember the time when you used to sit up late in the night and write your most secret thoughts in your secret diary? You know for a fact that no one but yourself would be reading that and it would be a secret you would take till your grave. But that little time spent in writing that day to day news is almost as exciting as the day itself and over time, we appreciate the vocabulary and the words that we start using.
Freedom of expression is all what we want. We want to be able to say anything to anybody without being in trouble. They say that ‘the pen is mightier than the sword’ and it holds true in many cases as printed material is always in most cases more incriminating than spoken words.
So let’s try and channel that creative juice in us onto a more preferred medium, blogs. This way, the world shall know what you think and in some way, it does help someone out there who just wants to be heard.
A serious question to ponder on, don’t you think? The real question is actually, do we ever want to grow old? I still get all the butterflies in my stomach when one of my friends starts talking about Batman and Wolverine or the latest toy car model that he’s acquired. I enjoy watching cartoons even now. 😀
You have to face the fact sometimes. Either you pick up the pieces of your life and start afresh, or you can still move on in the same fantasy world with a few changes here and there to alter as per the situation. You can be serious at your job, at home, with finances, with your marriage, with your kids, with everything, but once in a while, you need to bring out that inner child in you and allow it to take over the shadow that you have become. You need to free him from the bondage.
I remember during my 25th birthday (not so long ago), my parents gifted me a set of Spacemen, ones that I used to play with as a kid. There were about twenty five of them in various positions, each one having a different set of tools. I went bonkers. I was reunited with my “Man Man”. I played with them for about two hours after that, just talking to myself, creating scenarios, making the figures talk to themselves. I had no idea what had happened to me. For those two hours, I felt the child in me was brought back, if only for a while.
I guess we all need that sometimes. We need to remind ourselves that the child in us deserves to be called out in to the open. He needs to be fed, nurtured and put back to sleep so he’s happier the next time he comes out. I get high on that.
So the next time you’re thinking about talking about the comic books or action figures or maybe doing some crazy weird stuff that you used to do as a kid, don’t feel shy or wonder if you’re acting like a kid. Go for it, I say. And if you’re a parent, your child will definitely get closer to you when they realize that you share the same amount of passion as they do about the stuff that they like. Plus, look at it in this way. You’ll be crowned as the ‘Coolest King’ or ‘Coolest Queen’ among your child’s friends’. 🙂
Now where did I leave my copy of Iron Man?