A pencil and a paper
It has been so many years I drew; that I painted a picture. Was it simply the innocent child in me that sought freedom in a blank sheet of paper? Was a crayon my only connection to the world then? I like the thought of that.
An artist's son that I am, I spent many years as a kid drawing, making greeting cards for loved ones, random sketches of lifeless forms, drawing on walls, clothes and even myself. Of course the 'drawing on the walls' didn't go down too well with my folks!
Looking back at those years, I loved that innocence. The pencil was my magic wand. Nothing compares to the feeling of life and substance to dreams and thoughts. I know what God must have felt like. Sadly, I never felt those thoughts then; I was simply 'drawing'. However, looking back at those years, I realize what I did then. I let myself go free. I want to go back there. I want to let myself go free again. To discover new things, to try new things, to create new thing. All with the innocence of a child.
There is a difference in taking on the world as a child and behaving as a child. The later is just plain immaturity. Many people disillusion themselves by saying they are behaving with the innocence of a kid. Sooner or later they will have to grow up. But I like the idea of trying freedom like a child; to enjoy the innocence of a child.
Just the thought of being devoid of all social diplomacies, hatreds, complications, makes me happy. Have I grown up so much that I can't go there anymore? have we all grown up so much? Maye I could still try. Some might say it'd be hoping for an idealistic life - a life unlike it is today, a life without problems and love-hate relationships. But it is not about living an idealistic life. Were we 'idealists' as children?
If I had a magic lamp and the genie granted me just one wish, I know what I would ask for. A pencil and a paper.
An artist's son that I am, I spent many years as a kid drawing, making greeting cards for loved ones, random sketches of lifeless forms, drawing on walls, clothes and even myself. Of course the 'drawing on the walls' didn't go down too well with my folks!
Looking back at those years, I loved that innocence. The pencil was my magic wand. Nothing compares to the feeling of life and substance to dreams and thoughts. I know what God must have felt like. Sadly, I never felt those thoughts then; I was simply 'drawing'. However, looking back at those years, I realize what I did then. I let myself go free. I want to go back there. I want to let myself go free again. To discover new things, to try new things, to create new thing. All with the innocence of a child.
There is a difference in taking on the world as a child and behaving as a child. The later is just plain immaturity. Many people disillusion themselves by saying they are behaving with the innocence of a kid. Sooner or later they will have to grow up. But I like the idea of trying freedom like a child; to enjoy the innocence of a child.
Just the thought of being devoid of all social diplomacies, hatreds, complications, makes me happy. Have I grown up so much that I can't go there anymore? have we all grown up so much? Maye I could still try. Some might say it'd be hoping for an idealistic life - a life unlike it is today, a life without problems and love-hate relationships. But it is not about living an idealistic life. Were we 'idealists' as children?
If I had a magic lamp and the genie granted me just one wish, I know what I would ask for. A pencil and a paper.
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