As I walk down the sidewalk with the sound of fallen leaves rustling under my sneakers, I enjoy the smells of autumn and remember playing in the leaves when I was kid.
These days, if I had the Freedom, if I could play in a pile of fallen yellow and brown leaves, I would completely revert to childhood.
These leaves, which I was just stepping on now, reminded me of the moments of my childhood, when I saw a little boy and his mother in the park, picking up piles of dry leaves with their hands and throwing them over each other's heads.
Only one leaf from the surrounding pile found its way into my hand, and I carried it until I got to work.
Freedom, that's the first thing in my mind, when I think of the question of this week's weekend-engagement topic.
- What do you miss about being a child and why?
But don't get me wrong. Today I have opportunities and freedom to do whatever I want, but now, when I remembered the game in the leaves, I mentioned freedom, I was thinking about the freedom to do something without judgment from the environment.
Because surely some of the neighbors would draw their attention to me if I didn't scatter the collected leaves, and if I were a little boy it would be interesting to them.
Then it would just be a game.
And I miss the Game.
We justify the absence of play in our lives by growing up, but we need play throughout our lives. And I suffer a lot when I don't have it or when I simply don't have a company to play with, when I listen to the comments of my friends who don't manage to make time for the game, because they don't have time (and we are happy when we find it).
And when I don't have company to play with, I use the free time to watch an old movie.
Flipping through the channels, I came across a phenomenal movie that I adored, Bridget Jones's Diary.
Listening to the music tracks in this film, I thought of something else that I miss, which I had a lot more of in my childhood than today. Time.
Time, which irreversibly leaks and disappears, leaving me fewer and fewer days in this world, now, unlike my childhood, I use it a little better, so apart from a good movie that makes me laugh and cheer me up, I also enjoy the musical numbers, in my opinion the most beautiful from this movie:
Sorry Seems to Be the Hardest Word - Mary J. Blige
Your Love Is King - Will Young
Freedom, play and time, three resources we were given in childhood, only to be denied them by life and make us regret not having them anymore, when we grow up and get or accept different priorities and life tasks.
beautiful reflection freedom and play truly priceless 🍁