Always looking for answers in the wrong places, always searching for the next high, the next fad that'd distract you from the emptiness gnawing within you.Īnd when you became an adult, you found yourself again looking blankly, but backwards this time.

Maybe you sat by yourself at times, wondering who you were, where you were going, why things were the way they were. Maybe you decided you hated what things had become, or who you were becoming, or blamed life for misery, for suffering, for the conditions intrinsic to human existence itself. You might've gone on that first date, or gone far away from home for some nebulous reason you don't know. You might've wanted to chase your friends around in a never-ending game of chase, or hide forever in that one little spot you knew by heart.īut as you grew up, you found yourself attracted by the myriad vagaries of life. You wanted to run in that park field until you collapsed from laughter and exhaustion, or ran through those thickets and wooded areas your parents told you not to go into. You might've wanted to sit on that swing for hours and hours, or swing on that monkey bar until your arms fell off. All you knew then was that you wanted to swing on that swing for hours and hours and never go home.Ī chill might have crept up your back then, as a soft wind beckoned the oncoming of nighttime, and you knew in your heart that you needed to go back home, back to your parents and your siblings and your family pet and all the small things you kept in the little corner you called your world. Do you remember that time when you used to sit at the playground swing as the evening afternoon slowly came to an end? Maybe you were in middle school, high school, some small child who stared blankly outwards towards a world you didn't even know you were so blatantly ignorant to.

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