"I know not how I may seem to others, but to myself I am but a small child wandering upon the vast shores of knowledge, every now and then, finding a small bright pebble to content myself with" - Plato
A few years ago, my daughter and I were in Vancouver visiting family. On this particular day, we went to the shore where the tide had gone out, leaving all sorts of small tide pools, full of life and exploration. A great thing for a four year old. We walked and walked and walked while my daughter ran from pool to pool, getting her dress soaked from bottom to top, feet in every pool, peering deep into the water for the smallest signs of life.
What we found most often, was not a sign of life, but crabs, dead crabs, littering the beach that we walked on. My daughter would run up to each one and point and yell at the top of her lungs "CRAB ALERT". At one point, she finally gained the courage to start picking up these dead smelly crabs, and then screamed in horror as the one crab she picked up, seemed to fall apart right in her hands, long stringy bits of crab - we still laugh about that today.
I don't wish to be younger, I don't mind being who I am, but I miss the simpler wonderments of life, where I'm just not tired by life in general.
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