Sometimes I miss being a child at times. Partly due to the loss of a child's innocence, partly due to a child's energy, and part due to the loss of wonderment that accompanies a child.
Children themselves do have a very wonderful view of the world. When there's no basis from which to understand everything in the world, everything in the world is such a brand new experience. It means that looking at a decoration isn't trying to get a symbol, or understand the meaning, but appreciate it for the sheer nature of awe about everything. It's not that adults can't have any wonderment about the world, because that's untrue. There still is that sense of wonderment, which is why we still read books, watch movies, and go on vacation to exotic, distant lands. People do tend to be drawn to the unfamiliar, likely due to that wonderment.
Instead, I feel like there are sometimes I'm not getting the fullest enjoyment of the world I could. I'm not sure if it's the fact that so little about the world has the same wonder it once had, or something else. Though I do wonder why it is that our sense of awe seems so much more dull as we age. Is it that we're just fishing for more merit out of our curiosities? Can things be wonderful for different reasons as we age? Or are we actually just finding less awe in our day-to-day life because we already understand so much more than we once did?
My personal take on it is that we grow to understand so much about the world, and get comfortable in how much we know about things. We actually grow to question less of what we see from day to day, even if we sometimes don't know much about it. Either because we find it to be someone else's problem, or because we simply don't care. As a kid, it didn't matter what it was that I was exploring, I was a sponge for the world at large. Every single idea wasn't just a learning point; it was tome of knowledge, and an entire world to explore with all my senses. Yet now, if it's not pivotal to me, or perhaps something I'm interested in, it's something I don't even look into at all. So I feel like I'm not curious about as much.
Further into that, I already know what I want to from certain things. I won't look into the mechanics of a car's engine, because I don't care until it stops working, or I won't try to figure out how a drawer or mechanism works until it jams. I find that as I age, until it becomes a problem, I don't care about figuring out how and why it works. As a kid, I loved to dive brain-first into things, but as an adult, I'm often more apprehensive.
Do you feel the same way, or are you still the same child you once were, or perhaps the child you never stopped being? Do you think we're better as adults for our more responsible decisions, or am I even right at all?
Children themselves do have a very wonderful view of the world. When there's no basis from which to understand everything in the world, everything in the world is such a brand new experience. It means that looking at a decoration isn't trying to get a symbol, or understand the meaning, but appreciate it for the sheer nature of awe about everything. It's not that adults can't have any wonderment about the world, because that's untrue. There still is that sense of wonderment, which is why we still read books, watch movies, and go on vacation to exotic, distant lands. People do tend to be drawn to the unfamiliar, likely due to that wonderment.
Instead, I feel like there are sometimes I'm not getting the fullest enjoyment of the world I could. I'm not sure if it's the fact that so little about the world has the same wonder it once had, or something else. Though I do wonder why it is that our sense of awe seems so much more dull as we age. Is it that we're just fishing for more merit out of our curiosities? Can things be wonderful for different reasons as we age? Or are we actually just finding less awe in our day-to-day life because we already understand so much more than we once did?
My personal take on it is that we grow to understand so much about the world, and get comfortable in how much we know about things. We actually grow to question less of what we see from day to day, even if we sometimes don't know much about it. Either because we find it to be someone else's problem, or because we simply don't care. As a kid, it didn't matter what it was that I was exploring, I was a sponge for the world at large. Every single idea wasn't just a learning point; it was tome of knowledge, and an entire world to explore with all my senses. Yet now, if it's not pivotal to me, or perhaps something I'm interested in, it's something I don't even look into at all. So I feel like I'm not curious about as much.
Further into that, I already know what I want to from certain things. I won't look into the mechanics of a car's engine, because I don't care until it stops working, or I won't try to figure out how a drawer or mechanism works until it jams. I find that as I age, until it becomes a problem, I don't care about figuring out how and why it works. As a kid, I loved to dive brain-first into things, but as an adult, I'm often more apprehensive.
Do you feel the same way, or are you still the same child you once were, or perhaps the child you never stopped being? Do you think we're better as adults for our more responsible decisions, or am I even right at all?
