Introspect

This new snese of fortitude I was suggesting a few entries back, in a way seems to be working subconsciously, stepping away from all the unwanted clutter and unnecessary noise that I really don’t need right now. Forced meditation or otherwise as some might say.

And as most alcoholics would say, having moments of clarity. I don’t know whther I’m getting ahead of myself here, it’s only been a week since I made this self declaration. But at this moment I seem to get a glimpse and sense of what everything that seems to be, and what they mean and represent: the past, present and the future.

Yea it seems like the whole world, and it is mine. But having this period to breathe has allowed me to hopefully, find my balance and center.

I guess the best way is to keep things simple, which would be easier said done than done. I came to realize this when I was chatting to one or two from back in the day, and we were just reminiscing how life was so much simpler and straightforward, the only worries was that off getting to school on time, getting the homework done during the morning and well, hope you promoted to the next year with the minimal of studying.

But I guess growing up comes with more freedom, responsibilities, mistakes, lessons learnt, trials and tribulations.

I’m gonna sound like an ol’ fart now.

Strange how when you’re older you tned to observe stuff. Took a drive past my old neighbourhood, Holland Grove Drive late last Sunday afternoon. As time would dictate, everything has changed, small bungalows have been made to huge blocks of houses with a a square foot of garden or so, which kinda makes the road seem single laned.

We droved past the playground which was virtually empty, not a single todd playing in the sandpits, swings and other playground favourites. Well, I guess the crux of this is that I’ve come to the conclusion that kids don’t know what fun would be.

I mean I think most of my friends and people of my age, or older would agree that back in the day, circa 15 years ago and beyond. The fondest memory of childhood would to be at that playground (whichever that playground might mean to you); building colossal sand structures outta that sandpit, having water gun fights, crawling through drains (yea we were small once), learning to cycle or skateboard (which at some point we would often end up in drains due to some oncoming car) and afterthat, being chased by the neighbourhood dogs (plus the strays near the temple that some of us kids claimed had something sinister about them.), inventing games around the park and, as well as playing with tiys, Lego and all that other stuff. Having a sense of creativity and imagination, which I think we all had a vivid one collectively.

And about 6 or 7 in the evening the dinner bell would go off: which came in the bellowings from of parents and hired jelp in getting the kids that were congregated at the park to gget our mudy arses back home for baths (what every kid would dread) and dinner.

It seems that kids nowasays, apart from a few don’t really know what it’s all about (well in my books). I mean we had our Sega mega Drives and Nintendos to occupy us from time to time when we bored of the park or if it was raining, now all a kid needs is a black box hooked up to a tele, and that’s childhood? Sad as it seems in this day.