Watching children carrying plastic swords, toy guns and rifles, wearing Superman or Batman outfits....
Looking at them playing hide and seek, counting 1,2,3...20, occasionally peeping where their friends hide....
Observing the children frenziedly looking around corners, doors, closets, beds....to hide.....
Then the search begins and the fun is on...
Many shouting, screaming, laughing, giggling, whispering, yelling....
Occasionally we may hear some cry foul and... cry fair....
Some crying, whining and fussing....
Sometimes we may see them chasing after one another, fighting with their bare hands, kicking with their short legs....or with flying slippers and shoes....
Sometimes seeing them panting, sometimes almost falling....
Or seeing them stopping for a while, pulling up their pants or trousers, adjusting their dresses or skirts, pressing their caps atop their heads, blowing their noses, clearing their throats....
It's really fun and rewarding.
Children's plays always make me laugh with tears until my stomach aches.
Children's plays always help me break away, relax, and unwind a little....
Away.... from the hustle and bustle of works and responsibilities....
Away.... from the hectic and stressful day to day busy life....
Away.... from those who love plotting and scheming too much and backstabbing too soon....
Away.... from those who are bad tempers, bad attitudes and having foul and slanderous mouths....
Away.... and away.... from everything that makes me crazy, stupid, insane....
Looking at.... children's innocence and perceptions, children's tears and laughter, children's' joys and triumphs, children's struggles and problems, children's dreams and nightmares.... they are all too intense and exciting.... all too fun and engaging....all too true and funny...... and they will all come to a close at the end of the day....
Another day, another beginning of a brand new journey of adventures and fun.
All that has passed is forgotten....
No past grudges to settle....
No evil thoughts arise in their hearts....
Let begone be begone. ...
All of a sudden, the world seems so peaceful, so quiet, so real, so pure, so beautiful, so loving, so soothing, so wonderfully nice..... It is so fantastic and very mesmerizing....
*******
Vaguely remembering the story of a highly successful manager giving counsel to a young fisherman who was still resting at the seashore after the morning's catch....
The manager boasted about how he had climbed the ladder of success, how he had planned and strategized from the very beginning, how he had schemed and plotted days and nights for this end....
He elaborated, analyzed and evaluated his many success stories and failures....
He also talked about his many dreams and visions for the future....
He then counseled the young and energetic fisherman to follow him as an example or a role mode....and not to waste his life while he was still young....
The young man looked into the far horizon over the ocean of fortune....
He giggled and laughed to himself and gave the manager a broad and sweet smile.
Then he spoke to the manager, "You are very wise and knowledgeable. I presume you must have very high education and mass experiences. Have you achieved your dream?"
The manager looked into himself, hesitated a little, but kept his mouth shut.
He looked at the man bewildered.
The fisherman continued, "I have. Every day"
Then he walked slowly away, bringing along his provisions for the family....
Needless to say, the manager was dumbfounded. He walked away sad and confused....
*******
Some people achieve their dream every day.
Some never realize their dream even when they die.
Have you achieved your dream? Every day?
Looking at them playing hide and seek, counting 1,2,3...20, occasionally peeping where their friends hide....
Observing the children frenziedly looking around corners, doors, closets, beds....to hide.....
Then the search begins and the fun is on...
Many shouting, screaming, laughing, giggling, whispering, yelling....
Occasionally we may hear some cry foul and... cry fair....
Some crying, whining and fussing....
Sometimes we may see them chasing after one another, fighting with their bare hands, kicking with their short legs....or with flying slippers and shoes....
Sometimes seeing them panting, sometimes almost falling....
Or seeing them stopping for a while, pulling up their pants or trousers, adjusting their dresses or skirts, pressing their caps atop their heads, blowing their noses, clearing their throats....
It's really fun and rewarding.
Children's plays always make me laugh with tears until my stomach aches.
Children's plays always help me break away, relax, and unwind a little....
Away.... from the hustle and bustle of works and responsibilities....
Away.... from the hectic and stressful day to day busy life....
Away.... from those who love plotting and scheming too much and backstabbing too soon....
Away.... from those who are bad tempers, bad attitudes and having foul and slanderous mouths....
Away.... and away.... from everything that makes me crazy, stupid, insane....
Looking at.... children's innocence and perceptions, children's tears and laughter, children's' joys and triumphs, children's struggles and problems, children's dreams and nightmares.... they are all too intense and exciting.... all too fun and engaging....all too true and funny...... and they will all come to a close at the end of the day....
Another day, another beginning of a brand new journey of adventures and fun.
All that has passed is forgotten....
No past grudges to settle....
No evil thoughts arise in their hearts....
Let begone be begone. ...
All of a sudden, the world seems so peaceful, so quiet, so real, so pure, so beautiful, so loving, so soothing, so wonderfully nice..... It is so fantastic and very mesmerizing....
*******
Vaguely remembering the story of a highly successful manager giving counsel to a young fisherman who was still resting at the seashore after the morning's catch....
The manager boasted about how he had climbed the ladder of success, how he had planned and strategized from the very beginning, how he had schemed and plotted days and nights for this end....
He elaborated, analyzed and evaluated his many success stories and failures....
He also talked about his many dreams and visions for the future....
He then counseled the young and energetic fisherman to follow him as an example or a role mode....and not to waste his life while he was still young....
The young man looked into the far horizon over the ocean of fortune....
He giggled and laughed to himself and gave the manager a broad and sweet smile.
Then he spoke to the manager, "You are very wise and knowledgeable. I presume you must have very high education and mass experiences. Have you achieved your dream?"
The manager looked into himself, hesitated a little, but kept his mouth shut.
He looked at the man bewildered.
The fisherman continued, "I have. Every day"
Then he walked slowly away, bringing along his provisions for the family....
Needless to say, the manager was dumbfounded. He walked away sad and confused....
*******
Some people achieve their dream every day.
Some never realize their dream even when they die.
Have you achieved your dream? Every day?
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