“Childhood is measured out by sounds and smells and sights, before the dark hour of reason grows.” – John Betjeman
It’s like what Peter Pan says, “I don’t want to grow up.” But that desire is somewhat of a paradox. Children embrace change. They love adventure, they seek excitement; they are always looking for new things and getting tired of the old. That sense of wonder at things that they have never experienced before is a defining quality of a child. So when someone has reached a point where he can express a reluctance for growth, rejecting progress and fearing the new, then that person is a child no longer.
Innocence, once lost, can never be regained. That is why children are so precious. Like all other precious things of the world, they don’t last. Because sooner or later, all of us will grow up. All of us will have to leave the safe harbors of innocence to brave the tides of cynicism and and battle the leviathans of worldliness and jadedness.
Our destination then, should be the ever-elusive horizon of wisdom; that pot of gold at the end of the world’s rainbows…