Sunday, December 26, 2010

Sucking the Marrow Out of Life

I've been pondering lately the little joys of life-- well, of my life anyway-- reading, of course, being one of them. Constantly, my thoughts have brought me back to my childhood.

Childhood is a time of life in which the person is not burdened with responsibility, obligation, work, or worry. It's a time where taking naps is dreaded, for in those couple hours, so much of the day can be missed. Childhood, simply put, is a time of living.

My memories of childhood are so vibrant and bright. I grew up constantly reading books, writing stories, and playing imaginary games with my siblings and friends. When I remember those stories, I don’t remember pages or words; I remember interesting characters, far off places, and daring adventures. When I remember playing imaginary games, I don’t see my backyard or living room; I see a time machine, a pirate ship, my high tech spy gear. I remember the exhilaration of travelling to different places, of becoming a different person, figuring that person out, and of not limiting myself in any way, shape, or form. In my imaginary worlds, anything was possible. I lost this freedom when, like most children, I became too old and grew out of imaginary games.

But I still have reading. I still have writing. I have theatre; I have photography; I have all the other little things that just make me happy. That inspire me to live.

So often I'm swept up in responsibility, in work, in things I'm obligated to do, but don't want to. I get so caught up, so busy, I forget to look at life through the eyes of a child. I forget to see the world colorfully. I can't even allow my swamped mind to escape, just briefly, into a book. I cherish taking naps. My life becomes... boring, stressful, unsatisfying. Days flash by quickly, and nothing truly memorable affects them. Routine. Routine. Routine.

Routine is exactly how I do not want to live. Good old Thoreau will sum up my outlook on this matter perfectly: I want to always "live deep and suck all the marrow out of life".

So for this new year, I will live. I will read more. I will write more. I will create. I will go on spontaneous adventures. I will do whatever the hell I feel like doing! And it will be grand. :)

Speaking of grand... improv everywhere is almost too awesome for me to handle. Observe:

Happy reading, everyone! :)

1 comment:

  1. You said all there is to say. Really like this post =]


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