Well why not a human desire is, but of cry everyone pays attention to him , hint of smile that is spreaded to the miles, inability to understand itself has lots of positives. And grown up.person always run towards responsibilities and roles that are not actually his desires but a unknown pressure that builds throughout his growing period. It may differ based on stages, gender, family background, literacy etc etc etc. That innocence or inability to understand or cuteness that attracts everyone losses its efficacy gradually as days went and so called labelled as maturity.
It is wonderful to see a child, when you coming from office, in a park, when child throws a ball to his grandparent and that smile adores you. Actually it's a joy you are adoring is memory of your own childhood where you have nothing to worry about. There is nothing like brands, or status of clothing, food or shoes perhaps it's a blue color star shape new ball that fascinates and feels like even more than a millionaire at this time. I am sure while reading this you have a cute smile and lots of memories that hits your mind of your own experiences. Following adoring, you may realize to walk for home and that walk reminds you all your happiness. You may sing or dance or even kick stones with brand new luxury shoes till you reach home. Infact, you lost into your happiness so much that you forget about shining and polishis of shoes, creases of pant and even what you are doing. The walk in last 5 minutes was the best walk you could ever imagine and refreshing you like a complete package holiday.
It is so annoyed when you live that childhood you never realised this would be the platinum period of life (some may spell golden to their young age). But as you passes age and you realize importance of stages you lived. Same happens when you jump into old age from young still your best memory is childhood.
That man reaches home, enjoys and get into sleep went to office again and in evening again he wants to see that picture he saw another evening. But today no child was in the park and that 5 minutes journey finished swiftly but impression of evening is entirely different. This brings a question in my mind is the impression of few seconds really affects your next 5-6 hours??? Well expecting yes from everyone but I feel it should not be. You have your own identity and nothing should be affecting you. Anyways, to compensate that picture , even you or me starts remembering your childhood days. May be by playing or seeing photos or talking to parents or old friends. I think that's why everyone makes family to continue those ups and downs , sweet and sour memories for ages and that continues to be.
Once a person gets mature and find his or her partner,he willing to live childhood memories under that relationship. You may or may not accept, but it's a harsh truth. You want to laugh, cry, crave for things, share sorrow, play , eat , ride etc actually all derivations of childhood activities. Ofcourse you are learnt and not learning, you understood not a non understanding person and behaves maturely outside but immature inside. You want to dance, poke and sometime anger. I feel these emotions are started building up in early ages and inherent to every individual.
Today, if someone asks your desires what you want? Just a play or forgot all responsibilities and get into lap of parents or playing hide and seek with friends. Human desire is the same, no one actually desires for tons of grains and alone holding a villa. They want old friends, those silly mistakes and a cute smile that heals all nearer and dearer.
Even a busiest person in the world seeks some attention from his grown up relatives. He live a luxury but not golden. He has everything but not those true old buddies. We miss ourselves in the course of maturity and we want to be that innocent that in reality not possible and that's why we gives life to our children to live ourselves into them. Cycle continues and life goes on. But desires remain same.
Don't let your innocence and childhood goes away and try to hold your childhood. A childish ME
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