When you're little and the world is so big...

The way I see it, as children, we didn't appreciate the beauty that laid within the simplicity of our lives. I don't think we were even aware of it. It was all we had known. I mean, it probably sounds cliché, but youth itself really is a miracle. I mean, its all about perspective, isn't? Not youth, everything. Life. Point of view is such a powerful thing. Like Atticus said, you never really understand a person until you walk in their shoes. Crawl up in their skin. Think about the point of view of someone who has yet to experience the true stress and demands of the so-called "real world". Someone who does not digest the concepts of limits or impossibilities. With eyes that wide, children stand, ready to take on the world. They have their whole lives in front of them and they live with the mantra that anything can become of both them and the Earth that surrounds them. Everything they experience, they experience with every inch of their taste buds. Children have not been worn down by the stressors of everyday life that keep the rest of us up at night. Children have no been beat down by the other people who walk the Earth, the ones always telling us that we are not good enough, not ready. Children dream, they imagine. Dreams seem like such an overdone topic. But they're spoken of so much because we all lose a bit of our imagination everyday. And everyday of our lives it gets a little bit harder. Here I am, a teenager looking back on childhood and thinking 'wow, isn't that something?' You hear college students telling high schoolers 'you have it so easy.' Adults say college was the best time of their life. With every passing second, a few droplets more of that magic that comes with youth pour out of our bodies. I challenge mankind (ha, yeah, like I totally have that ability, to make a bet with the entire human race) to hold onto that childish spirit. Imagine, if you still have the ability, what would happen if we withheld the wonder, artistry, life-is-bowl-of-cherries that children possess. What would become of the world? But hey, that's just the way I see it.