*revels in happiness*

Tonight actually ended pretty stinking well :)
Larisa dropped by to see if I wanted to join her in knitting.
We ended up watching Peter Pan (not the cartoon version or Hook) with Katie.
It. Was. Amazing.
Goodness.
The boy who played Peter Pan...
*sigh*
Gorgeous.
Though I must admit, he is significantly younger than I. Probably more around my brother's age, a couple of years older-ish.
Stupid age...
And the music?
*DIES*
Wonderful.
Really really happy. One of those soundtracks that would be *perfect* to blast through some headphones and dance around one's room like crazy with in the middle of the happiest moment ever.
Also one of those soundtracks that makes me want to perform it...and makes me think about my major...
I've been down this road too many times.
It also had the best quote ever.
"What worries grown-ups...never worries children."
Too true when you think about it.
It made me think about how complicated everything's gotten. Wasn't it just yesterday I was sitting in my room for hours on end, oblivious to the world, playing with my Barbies all day?
Then I realized...
I got rid of my Barbies when I was nine.
That's TEN years ago.
It's been a decade since life was simple enough to play with dolls for me.
It's just...strange. Strange to think that I started maturing a decade ago. That everything started becoming complicated ten years ago.
But it seems like yesterday.
Yet, technically...it isn't.
And the things that are suddenly so important and pressing to us now, would NEVER be important or pressing to a child. That we start out life so calm and stress and worry free..and look where we end up.
Why does it have to be this way?
Why must life become this complicated?
Why can't we all hold on to the simplicities of childhood just a little longer?
Maybe...never let them go.
Be able to run around like a maniac without being tied to a desk. Imagine entire worlds and identities to run away with when normal life gets too mundane. Only having to worry about being on time for a nap, instead of meetings and classes and all the other unecessaries we consider to be so important.
Just...exist. Without any difficulties. Without agendas. No planners and calendars. Just countdowns to birthdays, Christmas and Easter with hopes to lose another tooth and be visited by the tooth fairy.
And everything we consider to be so necessary...
Is it, really?
Ten years from now...will it make a difference whether or not we were five minutes late for that class? Or whether we made it at all? Or how full we make our schedule?
Looking back on highschool...
I was running around like a maniac.
But now...all the stress I put myself through...doesn't matter.
Those minor breakdowns I had right before first semester finals due to workload and stress...pretty much pointless at this point in time. But back then...
Those finals were my life. That school was my life.
It seems so important at the moment. Everything does. But so many years later...we forget. We forget exactly what we put ourselves through, exactly what was so important and pressing, because we move on.
To bigger stresses. Bigger concerns.
And in the end...
It doesn't make a difference.
Eventually, all is forgotten.
It's pointless to worry.
Life shouldn't be this complicated.
We should just be able to...exist.
Like we used to.
Like we all once did.