They told us that one day we'll understand.

Through our eyes, it seemed belittling and patronizing. How was I to know that they were probably looking at us with envy, wishing they possessed our childlike innocence.

There was a time when everything was black and white. You either liked a person or you didn't. You either really wanted it or you didn't want it at all. No one would be able to persuade you or dissuade you otherwise. Sometimes I wonder if the world gets tougher as we grow up or is it really just us? That we are the ones that make things difficult. That we are the ones that make the gray. That maybe the world didn't get harder to live in but that we make it harder to live in all by ourselves...It's not our fault really...It's that life made us that way. The more we know, the more we experience, the more we lose our certainty.

It would be nice to be able to look at a playground and go "Ooh fun!" as opposed to cursing and muttering about the rampant vandalism of the swings and jungle gyms. It would be nice to once again have the world appear straight forward.