I Miss My Childhood

Why is childhood our paradise lost? I think it is the absence of limits, measures, numbers in time that makes it paradise. We don't know that time is measurable, and therefore finite . Or better said, we do not look at it as something measurable yet.

In our childhood time is not a succession or a line. There are not many moments. Only the moment exists. The one and only moment. Everything is contained there. Eternity. Time is not a hourglass where sand falls down unstoppably. Time is the grain of sand that contains the universe. And it is in our hands. We are kings.

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novembermoon · 51-55

This is a wonderful thought. 'Time is the grain of sand that contains the universe'. Reminds me of William Blake's Auguries of Innocence. You have said it so perfectly. It is how we feel at that moment that lasts. This brings me back so many years.

Cierzo · M

I may have had Blake in mind and did not realise it.
Anyway, I think it describes very well the way we feel when we are kids.
Later, instead of holding the grain of sand in our hands, we are crushed by tons of it.

novembermoon · 51-55

Some things are eternal. They don't die, even though the people or the places are no more. Those moments exist in our memories. And we honor them. Because they make daily living more bearable.

Cierzo · M

@novembermoon: Exactly.
If someone asked me 'do you want to leave something in the world when you die?', I would answer 'good memories'.

novembermoon · 51-55

@Cierzo: indeed, good memories. They are our treasures.