Children laugh, scream, run, jump, fall down, talk in weird voices, make odd animal, alien, and robot noises, make up stories, and put their wild imaginations on display for everyone and anyone to ooh, ahh, laugh, and wonder at.
In short, children are crazy. The good kind of crazy, mostly. Adults often wonder how and when they became so grown up, like their childish ways just stood up and walked away from them one day. They wish they could find that silly mentality again, look at things innocently again, and be carefree. This wish is especially present in the minds of adults who spent their childhoods simply surviving, not having the carefree days that all children should have.
If we swirled a little childlike silliness in with our rigid adulthood, we would not only be happier and healthier, we would see the world in a better light. Stress would be easier to deal with. Our minds would create more. Problems might even be simpler.
When is the last time you roughhoused? When was the last time you had a water fight? We have at least one every summer. The neighbors may think we are nuts while we run around in the middle of the street with water pistols, super soakers, and garden hoses. But we don’t care. We don’t pay attention. Because we are too busy having fun, playing like children.
There’s a time and a place, many in fact, to carry the woes of the world upon your shoulders. But occasionally, you must shrug them off and be a kid. Think like a kid. Play like a kid.
Now, I don’t mean that you have to neglect adulthood duties in favor of sitting in the yard and making mud pies. That would be strange. After you have done your taxes, go play. When the workday is over, summon some energy for silliness.
The simple, easy things amuse children. Little things make them happy and entertained. Do that for yourself. When you don’t have time or opportunity to play, look around you, every day, find simple things that bring a smile to your face. Wipe that sourpuss off and find the good, dammit.
A child’s whole world is in the moment. Their entire happiness encases them for five precious minutes when nothing matters in the universe except clacking together a pile of multicolored rocks. Take some time, if only five minutes, and immerse yourself in a happy, childlike imagination. Play.