So,
remember when we were kids, and we'd play al those different make-believe games? fairies, mothers and fathers, sometimes we'd re-enact movies or tv shows we'd seen. you could play for hours with your friends, or even sometimes on your own, and you'd get completely absorbed in the game, so much so that you'd lose touch with reality. it was like a vivid dream, and when you stopped playing, you woke up. we'd play those games to pass the time, or just because it was fun. i might be reading too much into it, but i guess, deep down, it was kind of like an escape. like, the worlds we created when we played our make-believe games were so much better than the real world. so much more fun, and the possiblities for who you could be or what you could do were endless. you could be ten feet tall, or a fairy with magical powers, or own a hundred horses, or you could fly. the sky wasn't even the limit, you could go further than that.
at some point, we got older, and became 'mature' (as we liked to think we were), and suddenly make-believe games were no longer the done thing. they weren't 'cool'. ah, the days when fitting in and conforming were all we worried about. we tried to grow up so fast, and act like adults when we were still just kids. and then, in a flash, our childhood's gone, and we have to suddenly be real grown-ups, with real responsibilities, and it's scary. like, it's happening all too fast.
and that's when we decide, we don't want to grow up after all, so we start playing make-believe again. even more so than before. only now, our games aren't acknowledged as much, and we don't admit we're playing them. we sometimes play by ourselves, sometimes with others. we're playing all these different games, to cover up truths, or run from them, to block out painful or inconvenient realities, or just to escape. or maybe we're trying to avoid facing up to the fact that we can't change who we are. like the games we play, the reasons for playing them are endless. so i guess we never really stop playing games. first we play children's games, then we get older and say we don't play games, but really we're just kids dressing up in our parent's clothes. and later, when it's really time to grow up, we don't want to. sometimes i guess we just want to go back to the sandpit and play fairies again. because life was so much simpler then.
Saturday, May 8, 2010
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