Fight for The Inner Spark / Part II

As a kid,  I remember putting up a fight nearly every day for awesomeness.  

If there was any way to squeeze a little more goodness-juice out of an afternoon..  by god,  I was going to try!    The struggle never ceased..  
fighting to stay up all night long playing games,
 fighting to campout with friends on weeknights,
to devour pizza every meal of the week,
to swim in the ocean after the sun set,
to not wear clothes,
 fighting to feed and milk the cows on my own,
to watch gory movies,
 to drive my grandpa's jeep by myself,
to build massive ramps for our red Western Flyer wagon..  
It was the constant pursuit of the things that made life worth living... for a kid.  
Pushing the boundaries of what was permissible..    persisting on living life on the verge of exhaustion and demise..  and utterly, absurdly, irrationally - loving it.       

   There was this rush, adrenaline, and intensity...  looking out from six year-old eyes, and feeling that the world was infinitely expanding in all directions, that adults lived as demi-gods ..   and this secret revelation, that the rules governing childhood (and everything else) could be challenged!   
And so at every opportunity I fought to 'live'..  in the most convivial way I could imagine.  



 I often wonder if my "six-year old self" would approve of the life I live as an adult? 
Now that I am officially the supreme being that I always imagined becoming as a kid..    what am I doing with my super powers?
     Does life still impress me?
  Am I still fighting for awesomeness? 
 

As adults,  we seem to be headed in the opposite direction of our younger selves..
no longer struggling to push the boundaries of our day,  but rather, often making excuses not too.  
 Its a fascinating thing for me to watch a grown human make an excuse for "why they cannot" do something!    Here, in the perfection of our human self.. with the ability to choose nearly anything..    we often choose nothing! Its ironic that as kids, when we were our most unprepared and unequipped,  we fought our hardest for the world.
I imagine our kid-selves, looking on with disbelief and sheer horror,  watching the adult notions of practicality and rationality dismantle the "ferociousness" that they knew so well.    


I admire our younger selves!!   I admire my six-year old self..  
I admire our inner spark and our great daring!




Andrew Tipton