In a Word: Child

by obalint


Children are silly. But they are also awesome.

Bright sparkling eyes and minds teeming with curiosity, queries, possibilities. Boundless energy. Stockpiles of smiles. Incorrigible enthusiasm. Cheeky demands. Spurious spouts of “That’s not fair!” Worldly wondering. Quirky questioning…and pestering persistence. Bless.

A child has no qualms about asking how old you are. Or how much you weigh. Or why there are so many hairs in your nostrils and ears. Or why daddy has pictures of naked women that aren’t mummy.

Busted. Whoops!

Those little whippersnappers sure do keep us on our toes…keep us in check, even when we really don’t want to be checked.

But, as the wise old saying goes “Check yourself before you wreck yourself.”

It’s great to allow yourself to be a little childish, in the sense that you are constantly questioning, wondering, reflecting upon and evaluating everything without fear of being reprimanded; to allow yourself to think outside the square, round and round the circle, ponder dozens of dodecahedrons and not get trapped in the trapezoid. That is, to maintain an innate curiosity. To follow creativity, ideas and dreams, no matter how silly they seem, to innovative and practical solutions and outcomes.


As we get older we are conditioned to being “grown up” and attaining a certain life and lifestyle: going to uni, buying a car, pursuing a career, buying a house, getting married, having kids, developing hobbies, going on holidays, preparing for retirement. These are all great pursuits. But what everyone really wants, ultimately, is happiness. And I’m just not sure that the current trapezoid construct in which we are currently pursuing happiness is entirely as fined tuned as it could be. We’re rocking a 1983 Toyota Tercel turbo, which is pretty cool. But what we really want is a DeLorean. It is 2015. We should be back to the future by now.

For example, that whole retirement concept is so passé. How cool would it be if people could have one year on, one year off throughout most of their life? Without having to worry about financial strain? Sweet. Off years could be a time when people could learn and develop personally, which would, ideally, contribute to their professional career. Such freedom would also allow quality time with one’s children, or whatever the hell else one is interested in. Which leads me to my next point: house prices. That shit is cray. That is one big ass fish fillet fresh from the market specialising in crayfish. Thirty year mortgages?! Just to have secure shelter?! So passé. Cray.


Any suggestions, advice, opinions, belligerent yells to “Get off the lawn and stop being a Dennis the menace!” will be most welcomed and considered. Even call me an idealist. I don’t care.

It’s okay to be naïve, so long as you’re sensible and mature about it. It was a child who said that the emperor had no clothes.

No inhibitions. No limitations. All real. Let’s get unadulterated. Let’s get childish.

Yes you CANberra.