Soooo, it’s been awhile. And I do have an excuse! Finals are all-consuming. Anyone who has experienced the horror of college-level-end-of-the-quarter-testing will know what I mean.
Anyway, I figured in honor of the end of general Biology classes (at least for me…I’m sorry to all of you who still have to endure the agony of phylogenetic trees), I’d dedicate this post to life. Pretty vague, I know. I shall clarify…
The other day, my Bio Professor told the class: “It’s never too late to have a happy childhood.” Granted she was referring to manhandling grasshoppers to get a good look at their trachea, but the overall message is what you should focus on.
I have been told countless times that I am a five-year-old at heart. I’m not denying it. I take way too much pleasure in watching cartoon movies meant for little kids (but come on, Up was epic!). My point though, is that I’m not ashamed of this quality. I love that I have been able to hold onto this part of me, and not have it driven out by, dare I say it, adulthood (duh, duh, DUH!).
And why not have giggle-fits all afternoon? Why not stomp in every puddle you see? Why not watch an old Disney movie every Sunday? Even if I’m not five, I still get the same enjoyment from all of these activities. And there isn’t a rule that says once I reach the age of eighteen I have to put all of these “childish” activities behind me (or at least to my knowledge…that would be pretty sucky if there was such a rule).
So I say embrace your inner child. Even if you’re forty years old. Because, let’s face it, childhood is one of the best times of your life. No deadlines. No doubts. No pre-conceived judgments. No care in the world but to have fun!
Now, let’s all go find that grasshopper. Turn it upside down. Watch it hop around. Or if you had a more violent childhood, pull out the magnifying glass and melt it. Either way, hold your inner child’s hand and sing “I Don’t Wanna Grow Up” all the livelong day.
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