When we are children, we have these passions that fill us with delight. We eagerly play our instruments, paint upon our easels, or ride our bikes.
A funny thing does happen, however.
As we grow older and reach adulthood, a seriousness of craft creeps upon us. We are suddenly required to sport the façade of professionalism, masking the child-like joy which once defined the essence of young self. Of what that young self loved to do!
Our passions become jobs and mere tickets to obtain a reputable status.
Why should this be? I don’t want to be socialized out of myself! I don’t want to let academia, middle-aged adults, and money determine how I exist within what I love any longer!
Neither should you.
It twists my mind to think about such things. This state of being is only real because our society has created it to be real. Can we not share the same respect in love and joy that we do in suit coats and office chairs? It is a simple matter of substitution.
Are any of us really above children? Mankind would do good to smile more often. Forgive. Laugh. Play for the sake of playing. Put down your seriousness and trade it for lightheartedness.