On Children

Children are interesting creatures. They never want the day to end. They battle to sustain the moment, to play, to laugh, to observe. In their youthfully calibrated spirit, relinquishing the day means putting infinity, which is life, back on the shelf and turning off the light. They do not fathom or plan for the day’s end. It just happens; always forced upon them. As we harden with age the weight of our experiences too often bears down upon us. For most of us the ritualistic evening wind down is already being plotted from the moment we go to war with our morning drowsiness with the 5:30 alarm. We tug, we fight, we struggle to make sense of our meetings, of our appointments. And as dusk settles in we find ourselves eagerly put back into our slumber.