Growing Old Is Optional

Only to children, children sing...

Only to youth will spring be spring...

Children. Those small bubbly things that are the height of your knee and when you walk through a bunch of them, you're afraid you'll trample one(coming from someone the size of me, you gotta accept it) . Yes, that's who the country is celebrating tomorrow. 
Whether its candy-sucking, whining-for-toys kids whose world revolves around love and attention, or whether its teenagers who are stuck between being too pompous to be a kid, and yet not accepted into adulthood, and thus misunderstood and generally left with a feeling of being unloved, or be it those in blooming youth with their future laying itself out ahead of them...that's who India's first Prime Minister was talking about when he said, "Let my birthday be celebrated as Children's day." 
He wanted us to remember the liveliness with which children live the world, and the simplicity with which they look at it, and adore it. He said that adults build walls around themselves in the name of laws and religion and caste and creed, and thus, they are forever contained and limited by the walls. But children, like the roses he used to wear in his buttonholes, are the symbol of youth with apple-red cheeks, full of energy and hope for the future to come, and the future to be hand-made by themselves.

Growing up is mandatory.

Growing old is optional.

Never forget the child in you.

Adulthood is hard to ignore, and sometimes it swoops down on you when you're not looking. Okay, okay, I sound like a depressed teenager, yeah.. but don't you think life was much more fun when the most worried you were was whether you'll miss "Dragon Tales" on TV, or if you won't have a new best friend that week?

But just because you're no 11-year old anymore, doesn't mean your life is over. I don't remember where I heard this, but it's said that if you're 30 years old, you're not just 30...you're also 16 when a girl/guy of your dreams rejects you, you're also 9 when you cried when it didn't snow for Christmas the way you cry for the loss of a loved one , you're also a kindergartner who doesn't want to share his sandbox or crayons whenever you're too stubborn to accept you're wrong, and you're also a 2-year old taking his first steps when you talk to your parents you haven't talked to in 10years.

So it's not about how old you are, it's about how young you are.

So if this fits you, you're the one the country shall be celebrating tomorrow.

Look at a butterfly, and ask yourself, "Where does it get its colours?"

Look at your parents and remind yourself to make them smile more.

Look at your friends and remember to keep in touch.

And most importantly, look at yourself in the mirror, and smile genuinely and no matter how old you are, just for a day, let the child in you live free. Then everyday, never forget how it felt.

There are no seven wonders in the eyes of a child. 

There are seven million.

Happy Children's Day!

--☼Sunny☼