Dragonflies

I always wish that I'm this silly little eight year old boy whose only stress is completing a puzzle and whose only problem is looking for  his playmates during hide and seek.

Right now, I can't lie down while watching television without any problems. I often have many problems. Before a problem has been resolved, another problems approaches me, with a wide grin on his ugly face. Then, I would sneer at the mirror and say, how I wish I was a child again.

A child would only run around without thinking of how Algebra can be applied in life.

A child would laugh without thinking of what love is.

A child would play all day without memorizing stupid Scientific names.

I mean, life right now is so complex, so stressful, so problematic, so.. ugh. I can't even think because there are so many of them.

Then a dragonfly appears. Little children would either be scared and run away, or follow the little insect until they caught them. As they graze on the green grass, they would chase the dragonflies or they would chase themselves. Ahh. It's so nice to be a kid again.

After that, we would play pirates. They would play princesses having tea parties. Then, all of us would play a family on a house made of pillows and blankets. Reminiscing is really uplifting.

And we'll play, paint ourselves with gray. Life before was simple but so surreal with reveries that we feel that is so real. Like all the dragonflies, we are so free. We all run, we all play, all of us are filled with glee. But as the insect dies, we all grow up, and in the end, die.