“When I was a child, I spoke like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I gave up childish ways.” Corinthians 13:11
Watching children and animals run, jump, and skip with glee makes we wonder when we cease being children and give up the art of play.
Does it happen when we get a job and don’t want to wrinkle our clothes? Or, do we stop playing when we become self-conscious and don’t want people to judge us.
Fun differs from childhood romps in the sun as you age. We laugh less at daft, unsophisticated happenings and wait for people to tell us jokes before we guffaw (if we think they are funny enough).
As kids, we climbed trees, swung on metal railings, and rolled down grassy hillsides. The sight of a furry animal in the park or a bee on a flower made us giggle or gasp with awe and wonder.
Now, it often takes much more to make us smile or crack up with laughter.
If we’re lucky, we have special friends we resonate with and can’t help but have fun in their company. Even better, we have that relationship with our partner.
Many folks, though, don’t give into childlike urges to dance uncontrollably, sing at the top of their voice, or play hopscotch along the cracks in pavements.
“Of course not,” you might think. “We would look silly!”
I mind less and less what people think when they see me now. After all, those who would judge probably don’t know me and I’ll never see them again. So what if I act the fool, try on funny hats and pull faces, or walk like a penguin, just because I can, occasionally?
Do you still play?
“When I became a man I put away childish things, including the fear of childishness and the desire to be very grown up.” C.S. Lewis
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