As I sit on the stoop across from the Library, I notice the small children playing in the little playground they have there. This one mom is chasing some little ones around, acting silly and fun. The adults seem to have passed a point in their lives where they've begun to settle down in their bodies, committing to the daily work of supporting a family, being a foundation. Of course this tethers them to the ground, and they won't run and play with the exuberance of the wind that blows with the children.
My thoughts turn to adults that can keep up with kids... adolescent peoples and other young adults, who haven't settled in like this yet. Their wild wind blows them through the streets, playing ball, dancing, fucking, burning their energy out with drugs, channeling their passion into fulfilling their dreams. Children would be great playing with young adults too. Somehow in this world I'm witnessing, children have been fenced off from the world of young adults, into their own suburban playground supervised by adults acting the role of parents.
I see this as a cause for frustration in both the parents and children. The children don't have any bridge into the higher, more focused world of adults, because their parents can't keep up with their energy. The parental adults are slowed down in this artifical world, with only small children and a few other parents to relate to.
A more fluid world can be better for us all.
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