Many times I wonder, actually most times I wonder…stuff.
I don’t wonder as much lately as I used to because my mind is too full
When I was 8 years old I used to wonder all day long, about anything, about everything
I wondered about life
I wondered about the sky, the sun, the stars when they shone on a clear night
I wondered about trees and plants and animals
I wondered about the world and wanted to know exactly how big it really was
I wondered about people and why they do things the way they do
I wondered why grownups were so solemn and upset so much
I didn’t seem solemn and upset but grownups were like that most of the time – I wondered
I wondered about Me, who I was, what made me like and dislike the things I did
I wondered what I’d be like in the future, how different I’d be or even if I would be different at all
One day when walking home from school I stopped [as was my usual habit] to sit on the sidewalk and wonder stuff….. I wondered “if 40 years from now would I be solemn and upset allot too, or maybe I’d be the same as I am today”….
Weird how when you’re 8, you wonder about the future – then when you’re 47 how easy it is to forget wondering at all.
I haven’t forgotten though.
My 40 years have passed
I’m still the same
I still wonder, because inside… I’m still 8 – I think that moment of wondering defined who I would be
Life still intrigues me – I wonder when I’ll stop wondering
When life is done, probably…
Funny thing is, I still sit on the curb and think. Almost every night…. I look at the shining stars, let my mind wander & wonder