This is all about connecting my yesterday to me more than a decade ago. I have been in search of the road to my happiness again, to go back to my childhood, toys, colors, and unlimited fun. Do we have to be kids to do all that we want? Have we all preloaded our brain with ’to-do for the adults’ and ‘only for kids’ things? Probably we all have. We have sealed our dreams of childhood into a box of blissful memories and we don’t want to add to it or we rather don’t try to.
Last week was my pre-finals time and I have been exhausted rushing through pages after pages and not finishing my lessons. The weary week also had my practical exams.
I had to give my PSM practical, last day. I had a Pediatrics case to present, a 3-year-old mischievous boy. While I was taking his history from his grandmother he was trying to grab everything I had, my answer booklet, my stethoscope, my instruments. After I was done with it, I was to examine the child. I started playing with the child to grab his attention. Very soon, I forgot it was my exam and I was lost in the child’s giggles and play.
Life is as simple as this. A 3-year-old boy who was no one to me made my day and pulled me out through all the exasperation. While I see the kid inside me regaining its birth, slowly, rendering me breezy, I could see my devil-may-care attitude growing inside. I choose to remain in unwoken, conceiving that I am not too old to be kiddish.
I am not too old to be kiddish.
As a child, I have always dreamt of growing up, being independent, talk about great matters, and do my chores alone. But now I find a mirage here. Going to my childhood is my new dream and to keep dreaming the same way.
May you all know this, no one is too old to be kiddish and to do things that you want to. Unleash your maturity. Adulthood is a chain at times, bounding you into an old hat. Liberate yourself and foster the mischievous kid in you.
Thank you for reading 🌸