Childhood or Adulthood! Which is better?

We always desire to go back to the days of our childhood. Those appear really beautiful days when we look back. Those days cherished as the bright stars in the dark galaxy of life.

In the Adulthood we feel the burden. When we grow up, we have the information overload. We care much about the greenhouse effect than the effect of green vegetables on our body.    

Childhood is like a plain page when start writing. A Plain page without any dots of mess, a clean simple innocent page. Growing old, we start writing on it with our drippy dirty pen. We write chaotically rushing towards the end drawing random curves that is barely readable. One can sure have the headache understanding the mess. We start feeling that the plain page was so beautiful. We are then walled by the thoughts about the glorious past and complain about annoying present.

This is what we do growing old. 

I certainly feel the Adulthood is even brighter if do not mess it up.

Let us say we write a beautiful poem on that same page, the page inevitably appears delightful. Even if the page ends, we feel tempted to read it again and again. The magnificence of the elegant poem is not bounded to the realm of once identity. The beautiful poems are not only good for itself but for the people near them, it attracts, it inspires, it makes people laugh. Sometimes, It can even make people cry as well, but that cry carries tears if ecstasy and bliss. The tears of joy everyone must have.

This example of adulthood is worth living. The adulthood becomes more joyous as it allows the generous sharing of magical feeling called love with others. The adulthood certainly is of greater joy than a plain page!