When did life get this complicated?
When did the innocence and ignorance and bliss of childhood depart?
How is it that grown-up stuff,
are all second nature now?
How did everything become so serious?
When did carefree summer days,
of playing in the yard,
sitting on my auntie’s lap (more like sliding off it ),
falling asleep in the back seat of the car,
following Daddy around the house to close the curtains at night,
planning with such eagerness
to stay up late
to watch something on TV,
but never lasting long enough to see it.
When? When did childhood depart?
Why did superficial, worldly pursuits overtake our freedom?
Why were we not protected,
against music and skateboards,
comedy and movies,
swearwords and nude pictures,
“You” magazine and gossip,
pop culture and obsession with celebrities,
video games and endless magazines…
Why did all these
come to be so integral to our lives?
So ingrained in our young imaginations.
We were warned against Heavy Metal and posters on the wall,
rap lyrics and watching too much TV;
yet we didn’t see the wisdom behind the warnings;
we rebelled –
kids who knew better than adult opinion:
kids who knew only what they wanted,
and cared not about anything else.
Childhood was suffocated many years ago;
poisoned under the burdens of how we learnt to ‘enjoy’ ourselves;
occupy our time in superficial pursuits,
which led only to superficial fulfillment;
but hollow, empty permanence.
Our souls were un-nourished,
and so our pure spirits deserted us;
as we grew into unhappy adolescents,
in a world that fed such rampant thoughtlessness.
But that childhood innocence,
that little boy who cried too much,
and felt sadness beyond his years;
he lived on –
a tiny flame,
holding on through the Ages of Darkness.
his other self,
his grown up being,
has come to Truth,
and struggled through years of pain and waiting,
and emerged from the cocoon of life’s preparation.
Now, his grown up self
has found his destiny,
that which was lacking all this time.
And as these two butterflies
prepare to roam the breezes and currents of life together;
that little boy rejoices,
in time – if God wills –
he’ll be joined by his companion,
his little brother,
his best friend.
And childhood will once again be;
only this time,
lessons from History will have been learnt;
and Innocence will be maintained,
so that the next little boy
grows up happier,
in the Light of Truth,
and conscious rememberance that he is,
and always will be,
safe in the Hands of the Most Loving.