Enduring Childishness: Welcome to the playground of human civilizations
As we grow old we realize that we are, in essence, just little kids. We, the adults, are just children with living memories infused inside our added layers of mature muscle and bone mass.
Families, communities, towns, cities, and countries are comprised of people ranging from novices to veterans. We’re all, in fact, just young souls with eighteen, twenty, or forty-plus years of experience living the mission of a child.
We are ruled by kindergartners with enough waist fat to wear big pants and tight suits. The more we look into it, the more it becomes obvious that states and nations are akin to youngsters who are just out of daycare and still fighting over toys and playground space. Leaders huff, leaders puff and we, humans, never have enough.
How could we take ourselves so seriously? How could we be so full of ourselves?
And how, if you insist, could we not? After all, anyone with a hardened experience in the same position should be rightfully proud!
Even if you still don’t think that you, yourself, at your core, are nothing more than a legally responsible child, you can’t convince me that humanity is anything but an infant with a severe case of regression and no real cure in sight.
Here I am wishing humanity, an eventful and yet very octopus-like existence, in which we fail abysmally to transfer generational knowledge.
Not only are we, as individuals, children inside but we, as a civilization, are as childish as ever.
