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I am playing in the sand; have my whole imaginary farm planned out. This is a world where I live, a world that is unknown to passers by. I’m sitting in the sand, my knees covered with dirt. Not a care in the world; just my toys, the sand and I matters. It is so pleasant looking back at a carefree time; before I started observing this life. But, we can not remain children forever; life progresses through predetermined cycles. Even so, we play games as adults too; the rules are just more complex. Our games’ penalties are real and leave nothing to an imaginary world. I am riding on my bicycle, on my way to the river. I am going to hunt some monkeys, maybe catch a crocodile; if I am lucky see an eagle. On my way there I will break some sugarcane, who needs sweets in anyway? Going there is easy, all the way downhill; coming back is a problem we’ll solve later. Now I am on my way to work; getting there through traffic is a big enough problem. All the way there, the tasks and challenges of the day play through my mind. When concern with that cease, I redirect my attention to the financial adversities I have. No… the adult life is not easy; too many things to care for, relationships to maintain. I am looking forward to this weekend; my best friend from school is sleeping over. We will roam the farm, cause mischief all over, without a worry of getting caught. What is a hiding in anyway; the pain lasts for a fraction of the time we enjoyed. It is being grounded or forfeiting a week’s pocket money we fear most. As an adult I am fortunate for the ability to live in any time I please. I go on holiday to a different time, this life or a previous and relive the good. I face the same concerns most do; I have a job preventing me from doing what I like. I earn too little to buy the things I want; barely coping with what I need. Yesterday is gone with only memories that remains; pleasant and not. Tomorrow is an unknown, best handled today with planning and hope. Today is real; it is now and we can affect tomorrow and heal yesterday’s wounds. I love today even when it is not so good; it brings realization that I am alive. |
| By : Thys Groesbeek |