Do you remember as clearly as I, the days when we were young and had few cares? The people in our lives were there by happenstance, mostly. We didn't strive to get them out of it, nor to keep them in it, as we didn't have to. We weren't as easily hurt, so does our skin grow thinner, our hearts more sensitive with time? We didn't question so painstakingly the choices people made--their actions. Things were as they were and our desires were only to live our lives--no need for "what could've been?"s or "if only..."s. We had no room for that. We were too busy soaking up what life had given us. We were writing songs about dead lizards, pretending to be our favorite cartoon characters, and listening to whatever came on the radio without analyzing it for hidden meanings or deciding that it was too lame just because it was what our parents wanted to listen to.
Selflessness that can only be matched by that of a child--what I wouldn't give to have that back, to see the whole picture like I feel I used to. Is our skepticism a gift of the stains of bitterness (merited or not) on our lives? Is our lack of faith in the good of people warranted by what our desensitized eyes have seen? I don't rightly know if we are correct in certain preconceived ideas and an automatic distrust of what we cannot see, but I definitely remember being happier before all this came about. I'm just saying.