Little breaths of fresh air.

The refreshing, exhilarating feeling children beam off their bodies is incredibly therapeutic. They make me feel so alive and happy to be me. They are new to the whole idea of the world, therefore have not a clue in the slightest of being stereotypical et cetera. They are their own person, they make seemingly to them 'big decisions.' They are unique, they understand slightly what it means to be yourself but haven't mentally developed the idea of being yourself but also wanting to be like another child. Children made me happy today. They smiled at me when I smiled at them instead of gifting me with a sly grin. The children didn't have a care in the world and they didn't have anything to care about.

Maybe being childish isn't such a bad thing, maybe it's just another way of being happy  :-)