On How to Deal...

I would like to think that dealing with it later really means it will go away and I just won't have to deal with it at all.

I would like to think it will just go away and I can live in a bubble that simply floats among the sunny rays, gently grazed with a brush of air; to change way and to flow into another direction away from the one before.

How we kid ourselves.

How we wish to be a kid. To be protected from words of harm; from harsh news; from unpleasant people. To play. We all play in that mind; we are that child that never grows up but only hides in a body that ages- a body we desperately depend on to carry us through.

I would like to think we could all just be that kid we know hides inside rather than pretend to be responsible and mature; pretend to be strong and powerful. Instead we just become adults whom children look up to and think we have it all figured out.
And we pretend we do.

When do we lose the honesty of a child; the truth that we really do not know; we really are scared and we really do not want to deal or know how to deal with the issues of our lives?
Why can we not figure it out?
What are we so scared of?
Why do we not just deal with it?
Why can we not just admit we do not know how and admit-
hey, I need you.

written December 24th 2007 2:17am