I Miss Being a Kid

This morning I was thinking about how much I miss being a kid. Life was simple then. All your meals were cooked for you, and only having a quarter to your name made you the richest kid on the block. If you weren't sure what was right and what was wrong, you checked the rules posted on the wall of your classroom. If it wasn't posted there, the teacher would tell you. If you were hurt, Mom and Dad would hug you and kiss you until you stopped crying, and they would be there to clean your wounds and cover them up with a band-aid. And when it was time for that band-aid to come off, they were there to rip it off for you-you could just close your eyes and even though it hit you when you weren't expecting, it was over so much quicker.

But as a "grown up", you have to do your own grocery shopping. And suddenly that lonely quarter in your pocket is quite depressing. There are still laws set by the city, state, and federal gov'ts, but sometimes just having the right lawyer can get you out of trouble when you've done wrong. Other times the law turns its head to wrong-doing if the person is famous or donates to the right party. So now we are introduced to the grey area, where interpretation is 9/10's of the law. Now when you get hurt, there isn't necessarily someone else there to pick up the broken pieces. And if you want that wound to heal, its your responsibility to clean it and cover it with that band-aid. And when its time for that band-aid to come off, you are reponsible for removing it-and you have three choices. You can either 1.) rip it off as fast as possible-it stings but then its gone 2.) peel it off slowly-its amazing how often we can be masochistic in situations like these, or 3.) you can leave it there until time and water wear it off-but then you're reminded of how its there every time the loose flap gets caught on your clothes or moves in an uncomfortable position.

If you can find someone you'd like to live your life with, it all gets easier. Two paychecks are more than one. You have someone else to make decisions with you and back up your morals and positions on right and wrong. You have someone to hug and kiss you when you're hurt, and they may even be able to pull that band-aid off for you when you aren't looking.

I think you're the reason the band-aid is there. I think me asking for this letter was me reaching out to a friend and asking him to rip off the band-aid for me.

"Or maybe unfold some old yellow lost love letter
Its gonna hurt bad before it gets better
But I'll never get over you by hiding this way"
-Keith Urban