Bare feet and dry leaves

Do you remember the first time you rode a bike? I bet it was when you were really small, when you didn’t understand much of the laws of physics or road rules or even gas prices. The world was much simpler when you were young, wasn’t it? None of the complications like earning money or responsibility or the price of oil or the war in Syria mattered to you back then. None of the distractions tinted your vision of the amazing things that mattered to you most. Like a colorful ball or a skipping rope or friends who you played gini with. You learn to ride the bicycle, huffing and puffing, falling over several times over and over again, because you still couldn’t understand how two wheels couldn’t stand still in place but rode just fine when you peddled faster.  Sometimes you’d give up and just sit on where you fell and cry. Sometimes you’d get right back up and try it again with or without an adult by your side. It would take several weeks of calm precision, lip biting, tears, bruises and more than a few band aids for you to get it right but, nothing you feel will be equal to, or more rewarding than when you finally get it right and you don’t need your training wheels anymore. 

That moment is when fear and pride are no longer your enemies. Belief in yourself and that yearning for the moment of happiness when you have finally achieved what you have practiced so hard for, fills your entire body and kicks you off right off your feet with the wind rushing in your ears and ruffling up your hair. That moment is what I’m talking about. Do you remember that? That, right there is your inner child. The one that loves to walk barefoot on the road without caring what other people think. The one that makes paper boats and sails it off when it’s pouring out side knowing very well that you’d probably get a cold. The one that swims in the sea of fallen dry leaves before the adults come to tidy it up with their idal. The one that made countless kurumbati machines and didn't care what other people thought about it as long as it bough you happiness. The one that doesn't worry about their past mistakes or worry about the endless possibilities of if's and when's of the future. The one that trips over a curb, falls over the bicycle, then laughs at their own self and gets right back on the bike and peddles on. 

That child is what I miss being. That child is what I want in me. That child is what I see on rare occasions such as these. 

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I think this is one of those songs that puts you in the right mood. You know, the song that makes you stop and think. Have a listen.

It’s a sweet and has a cheery mood to it. I love listening to it because it puts me in the mood I want to be in. Cheerful and living every second of life. It makes me happy and reminds me of who I am, the people I love and the things I ought to be doing to them to show that they matter to me..about showing that I love them and doing things for those few individuals that make a difference to show that I care. Whether its buying them wade or sending them cheery good night messages wishing them dreams about kittens that smell of sunlight or laughing with them about an advertisement on tv or visiting them in the hospital before they die of cancer. It’s not much, but it is something.  It talks about reminding yourself who’s important and taking a few minutes out of your life to show that you care and appreciate their existence in yours.  It talks about how time is precious and what you would do if you ceased to exist right in this moment. What things you wished you always did, people you wished you made happy, people who you should have made an impact upon but didn’t because you were pre-occupied with something less important. It talks about how the clock is ticking. And how good things come to an end far too quickly without you appreciating it. 

We get caught up in stuff like power and money and sex and wine that we forget what’s worth and what isn’t.  We don’t say things or do things to the souls that matter to us before it’s too late. How many regrets do you have? How many gestures of kindness did you miss or avoid? 

 

It talks about how we fall down, and can’t get up. How that fall sometimes makes us hide behind walls that make us forget who we are.  And then goes on to tell how it’s not too late and that we only have a few chances at life to appreciate the little things that mean so much to us before time expires. 

“If you're plane fell out of the skies,

Who would you call with your last goodbyes,

Should be so careful who we let fall out of our lives,

So when we long for absolution,

There'll be no one on the line”

Look at the little time we’re given to stay here. It’s your choice whether to use it or lose it before it runs out or risk regretting it after its gone. What is life without the souls that connect us to our core? These souls who mean so much to you, need to know that.