I sit amongst the fire light as it dances upon the walls and ceilings.
I ponder. Thoughts floating through my mind like smoke through the window.
A man sits upon a park bench. A child runs up and sits beside him.
The boy looks at the man and asks him a simple question.
He asks *What is life?*
The man looks at the boy, astonished by the inquiry.
The man struggles to find an answer suitable to the boy*s level of comprehension.
The man looks to the ground, looks to the sky, awaiting the words to arrive that he seeks to bestow upon the child*s wondering eyes.
Finally, the man finds the words he wishes to string together to satisfy the intellect of the boy and looks to him to provide an answer.
As the man looks, he is astounded.
The boy is gone.
The boy is now running amongst the grasses and bushes nearby, innocently following the trail as set forth by his own feet.
We, as a collective race, gain more understanding of the world and of society as we age. But, in steady recollection and reflection on our time of childhood past, we find that, on the average, we were happier then. Why is it so? Could it be the ignorance in regards to the world that gifted us such freedom? Or the unlocked and untapped potential of the imagination free of the mental prohibition that society and responsibility place upon us?
Well, as I sit here and wonder these things to myself, in a room lit by fire light, there are children across the globe who are continuing to happily run free amongst the bushes and grasses, living to their own definitions of their fullest potential, not giving a damn about the technicalities of society, life, and their impact upon the human race as a whole...
Now, you tell me who*s really living... (Laughs as he blows out the candle...)