Published 7:00 am Friday, August 15, 2014
Getting older sucks, as in sucks all the fun out of life.
Our carefree youth, now burdened with responsibility and weighted down by careful consideration for tomorrow, is fleeting.
As we keep aging, suddenly the things we romanticized in our youth become reasoned as childish naiveté.
Remember pursuing interests just for the thrill of it?
Our dreams are now blending in with our day-to-day activities. Our excitement becomes a little lackluster. We have earned our good judgment through our experiences.
Then in our derived wisdom, we stop allowing for mistakes, the same mistakes that are so necessary in sparking creativity.
At this rate, how will anything ever be fun again?
(I hope you’re reading my tone.)
I have this belief that if you think about any thing too long, and too often – analyzing everything you know about it – ultimately, you disassemble it. It becomes it’s undoing. And even though it still exists afterwards, it’s not the same.
As a kid, I used to take stuff apart to break down its inner-workings, to understand it from the inside out. Bicycles, radios, you name it… nothing was safe. I craved knowledge. I desired creativity by means of the formula used to create it. However, Pablo Picasso once said, “The chief enemy of creativity is common sense.”
Somehow our thirst for knowledge on our way to adulthood has a way of extinguishing the fire of our youth. As if you’ve begun pulling something apart to see its inner-workings, not realizing what you’re doing, and right in the very middle, right when you finally begin to understand how it works, you realize part of it’s excitement was it’s mystery.
Perhaps it’s best not to think about things too much. Find joy in every moment you have. Those little things we tend to overlook in haste of adulthood are the fuels to keeping our youth even in our old age.
My advice to you, “Reignite the fire.”