A brake from the everyday Ennui

From time to time an event happens and you feel renewed, rejuvenated and quite frankly just like a kid again. Three winters ago there was a gathering in west Kaysville, Taft and Jill’s House, there was a great snow storm four to six inches of the heavy snow sitting on the ground in the cul-de-sac and a slow growing force to be reckoned with was forming against an undying army of friends. It was a time of childhood diving, running, dipping and throwing until the snow plough itself wasn’t even needed to clean out the street from the sheer mass of snow removed by freezing gloveless hands to fling in hopes of a face-shot.
Such an event can ignite a childhood imagination even ingenuity that can only be fully described as giddy goodness. Such an enjoyment does however ware off over time just as fine smelling cologne, note the horrible odors tend to linger for longer than ever expected or desired, the fuel runs out and we are left sitting on the grass watching the game we hate to see the most. The inventor stares at the drawing board, the number cruncher gazes at a blurry mess of nothingness and life becomes the mundane the slightest moment melodrama. While this may appear humorous and entertaining for the onlooker it eats the sufferer alive.
The mundane works its way into everyone’s life, it has been referred to as a mid-life crisis, a slump, severe boredom. In that moment some buy a shiny new sports car, others travel. Gather a crowd on a summer night, when all seems serene even peaceful, split into two teams play kick the can, be the child shouting out “Game off” until the car passes, hide quietly as the Ghost amongst the Grave-Yard. As life gets you down just take a moment to remember where it all started, let your mind clear itself take a deep breath and become the curious kid figuring out how it should be. Let your heart turn to the child, and become your true self.