WELCOME
TO THE DOGG HOUSE
To
Whom It May Concern:
I am
hereby officially tendering my resignation as an adult. I have decided
I would like to accept the responsibilities of a six year old again.
I want
to go to McDonald's and think that it's a four star restaurant. I want
to sail sticks across a fresh mud puddle and make ripples with rocks.
I want to think M&Ms are better than money, because you can eat them.
I want to play kickball during recess and paint with watercolors in art.
I want to lie under a big oak tree and run a lemonade stand with my friends
on a hot summer’s day. I want to return to a time when life was simple.
When all you knew were colors, addition tables and simple nursery rhymes,
but that didn't bother you, because you didn't know what you didn't know
and you didn't care. When all you knew was to be happy because you didn't
know all the things that should make you worried and upset. I want
to think that the world is fair. That everyone in it is honest and
good. I want to believe that anything is possible. Somewhere
in my youth...I matured and I learned too much. I learned of nuclear
weapons, war, prejudice, starvation and abused children. I learned
of lies, unhappy marriages, suffering, illness, pain and death. I
learned of a world where men left their families to go and fight for our
country, and returned only to end up living on the streets...begging for
their next meal. I learned of a world where children knew how to
kill...and did! What happened to the time when we thought that everyone
would live forever, because we didn't grasp the concept of death?
When we thought the worst thing in the world was if someone took the jump
rope from you or picked you last for kickball? I want to be oblivious
to the complexity of life and be overly excited by little things once again.
I want to return to the days when reading was fun and music was clean.
When television was used to report the news or for family entertainment
and not to promote sex, violence and deceit. I remember being naive
and thinking that everyone was happy because I was. I would walk
on the beach and only think of the sand between my toes and the prettiest
sea shells I could find. I would spend my afternoons climbing trees
and riding my bike. I didn't worry about time, bills or where I was
going to find the money to fix my car. I used to wonder what I was
going to do or be when I grew up, not worry about what I'll do if this
doesn't work out. I want to live simple again. I don't want
my day to consist of computer crashes, working 12 hours a day 5 to 6 days
a week, depressing news, how to survive more days in the month than there
is money in the bank, doctor bills, gossip, illness and loss of loved ones.
I want to believe in the power of smiles, hugs, a kind word, truth, justice,
peace, dreams, the imagination, mankind and making angels in the snow.
I want
to be 6 again.
So,
I am resigning.... So there