I do believe in ferries... I do... I do...

Hello,

Let’s go back, shall we? Take a walk with me down memory lane, back to a time when we could see our friends every day at school, back in the day when internet didn’t play the leading role (if any role) in our lives, back when friends would exchange their food for your food because our moms never understood that I liked strawberry and you liked grape. Back when I told everyone exactly how it was and fearlessly put everyone in their place. I want to go back to being 8. Life was easy and full of magic and wonder. I want that insane streak of playfulness and sense of innocence back.

Unfortunately, living in the past won’t get us anywhere. While life would be easier if we could always have someone to drive us to soccer practice and play-dates, but we can’t rely on anyone forever. We all must grow up eventually. Well, everyone besides Peter Pan.

Peter had an amazing life, don’t get me wrong. He was able to fly off to another world where he could dance with pixies, swim with mermaids, and swashbuckle with pirates. I wish that we could all have a life like that, not a care in the world. However, Peter wasn’t able to love. For falling in love is a very grown up thing to do and he vowed that he would never grow up. I think that is an awfully big price to pay. I do wish however, that I still had Peter’s need for adventure.

The chances of me flying off to Neverever Land are very slim. I have seen too much. The world has gone to shit and I can’t be the only one trying to keep the wonder alive. When we were 8, we weren’t expected to know everything but now the curiosity we once had, has been replaced with logic and reason and that is simply not okay. We can no longer see our friends every day at school because we have all gone off to make something of ourselves; our roads were all headed in different directions. We are on the internet all day, every day. It is our main form of communication between friends, professors, parents… I can’t trade my grape for your strawberry because I didn’t feel like going to the store just to get some damn jelly, not to mention the bread will be stale by the time that I find a stamp and mail it to you. I will still put my friends in their place when they have done something wrong but I’m not as fearless as I once was.

“I can’t see the stars anymore living here, let’s go to the hills where the outlines are clear. Bring on the wonder, bring on the song, I pushed you down deep in my soul for too long.”

If I can’t see the stars anymore, then how will I ever have a chance of finding my way back to paradise with the pirates and mermaids? So bring on the wonder. I want it back, even if I can’t go back. I will bring the wonder, magic, and whatever innocent playfulness that I have left with me. I refuse to let “growing up” change who I am.

To live, would be an awfully big adventure.