So I was just hanging around my dear old Juniper Park today, awaiting my tennis rival to meet me so I could begin to kick ass. As I was standing, I happened to notice a little girl, no more than eight or nine years old. She happened to have a big, chocolate ice cream cone resting in her hand. I took my trivial time to take a look at her. It was almost unbelievable. To see such a tiny soul so happy, so free, without a care–was so incredible. She just ate that ice cream of hers….without a care in the world. It got me wondering.

Whatever happened to the days where we could eat a simple ice cream, and not care wheter it added weight upon us? Whatever happened to the days where we could take each bite without the thought of tomorrow being another test day, or if tomorrow you’d lose your best friend, or if you’d fail, or if you’d piss someone off. Whatever happened to the days when you didn’t have to question the fact that you still were his everything, where your hair could of been a mess, your clothes wrinkled and your face muddy–and you still considered yourself gorgeous…as others around you would as well. Whatever happened to the days where you’d lick that ice cream, and a smudge of it would remain on your lips–and you wouldn’t care? Whatever happened to the moments where you knew the ones around you were being honest? when saying ‘i love you’ was the easiest thing in the world, when you could look at other people and be happy for them, rather then comparing yourself to them? What happened to the days when every taste didn’t contain you wishing she’d be more down to earth, he’d take you seriously, they’d get off your case, he’d actually say what he wants to say, she’d actually smile once in a while, and wishing you’d actually take a chance on something risky? When you could walk the whole world with that ice cream in your grasp, and actually believe that forever was real? that love was real? that peoples actions were real, that people were real themselves?

Well. I watched that girl skip along. Suddenly, she falls, and the ice cream flies out of her hand. My breathing stops, I watch her intently. She rises, smiles to her mother and keeps on walking to the paths open to her. It is in this moment I draw my conclusion: Life was so much easier when I didn’t give a shit