Innocence
When we were young we always wanted to grow up.. Now that we have. We wana go back.. Seek for a magic wand.. or the Genie to grant us wishes.. But.. Alas! The innocence of childhood was so true so realistic.. We had the boon to create our own world in the games we played.. to choose the profession we wanted to be.. n live it as long as we wanted.. why are we depriving ourselves of that boon.. Talking to ourself was sweet and not foolish.. and we could spend hours having the best of times.. what keeps us from living those hours in the present.. The most worrisome event was losing the marbles.. the priced possession.. aren't we worse off when we lose everything to seek everything n ultimately nothing.. we possess a lot more but enjoy even lesser.. We defined love as forever.. as all the emotion from family.. Or the friend who shared his crayons.. then why.. today a person shares his life with us and we define him as desperate.. The care of parents is taken as interferenc