We live in a world where innocence can still be seen in the young, old, and unfamiliar. So, why can't we see it? As I took my last sip of coffee today at work, I heard one of my students say "red shirt!" to another teacher wearing grey. And I laughed. I realized what I have been missing.
I want that world. I want that feeling of not being able to lie. Where telling a lie meant trying to convince another that they were wearing a different color. A world of my own. A world where frustration only lasts a few minutes and I can bounce back to normality.
Then again, who would I be in that world? Who would love me and who would I love? We all tell lies. Little white lies to get through the day or to tell a simple story. "And then he said..." kind of stories...no one can remember a whole conversation verbatim. But would a world of no lies take away from the emotions we feel? Do we want that? I admit at times I pray to not feel, to be numb, to not worry, to not stress, to not be saddened. These make me feel human. I would miss them if they were taken away from me.
But I would pray to live in a world where they lasted only a few minutes. A few minutes of angst before I step outside under the dark clouds and let the rain wash the emotion away. The salt in my tears would mix so well with the rain that I would forget what pained me in the first place. That kind of world.
fleeting.