Resignation

I am hereby officially tendering

my resignation as an adult. I have

decided I would like to accept the

responsibilities of an 8 year-old again.

I want to go to McDonald's and think

that it's a four star restaurant.

I want to sail sticks across a fresh mud

puddle and make a sidewalk with rocks.

I want to think Cadbury's Gems are better than

money because you can eat them.

I want to lie under a big oak tree and

run a nimbu-pani stand with my friends on

a hot summer's day.

I want to return to a time when life was

simple; When all you knew were colors,

multiplication tables, and nursery

rhymes, but that didn't bother you,

because you didn't know what you

didn't know and you didn't care.

All you knew was to be happy because you were blissfully unaware of all the

things that should make you worried or upset.

I want to think the world is fair.

That everyone is honest and good.

I want to believe that anything is

possible. I want to be oblivious

to the complexities of life and be

overly excited by the little things

again.

I want to live simple again. I

don't want my day to consist of

computer crashes, mountains of paperwork,

depressing news, how to survive more days

in the month than there is money in the

bank, doctor bills, gossip, illness,

and loss of loved ones.

I want to believe in the power of

smiles, hugs, a kind word, truth,

justice, peace, dreams, the imagination,

mankind, and making angels in the snow.

So ... here's my checkbook

and my car-keys, my credit card bills

and my bank account statements. I am officially

resigning from adulthood.

And if you want to discuss this

further, you'll have to catch me

first, cause ...

... "Tag! You're it."