Remember being a child, waiting for something exciting? Remember how you couldn’t get your mind off that something, no matter how hard you tried? Remember how there was clarity in your joy and purity in your anticipation?

Remember when the something happened? Remember how your world stopped for just a second, how you felt full from the pleasure of the something? Remember?

And why can’t we have this now? What knowledge do we have that destroys the clarity and purity of a child’s joy in the something exciting? What cynicism have we burdened ourselves with to destroy this jewel of experience?