When I thought I was right

There was a time when I thought I had it right, that I had found the reason of me.

 

A lot has happened since the age of ten.

 

I still think the reason for me is to play, I still play with colors, play with sounds, all through my day do I see how I play. I have friends we talk and laugh we like to be happy, I get to look for emotion in others a smile, a emotion of joy. I found how powerful Art and Music is for me in my life.

 

What I found for me, is a difference between priorities, a difference between others and me, something that has been there all my life. Something I had to embrace it was is me.

 

Life for me is like a tapestry the color of my thread maybe used this day as backing to support the colors of another, to allow them to step forth and well be them, like taking turns at a game. Maybe it is age that helps support this I am no longer ten.

 

I love to play, I find the reminders of many good times, with so many different people when I think about play, from card games to darts, to weird drinking games how I do like to play, maybe it is that the rules all come down to being fair and how quickly even the most heated rule change/violations are resolved, well at least most with a smile and a willingness to continue, and if not Skip it its just a game.

 

Maybe in life I just remember how quickly we seemed to reach agreement, may it is how fast we, I can see a reason for the play.

 

At the age of ten it seemed that play was so much more important that fighting. I really didn’t learn much about fighting at age ten, it seemed fighting was just not okay, I didn’t really get good at fighting until the Government put a rifle in my hand, but then I was a lot older than ten. I really didn’t see much wrong in the world at age ten, lol I really didn’t see much right in the world either unless it was about play.

 

I do not think I am different than a lot of others either.

 

So when did it become okay to fight, I mean really if life is about play, when and who said it was okay to fight. Who said it was okay to make war?

 

Life as a child seems focused on play, how well you get along with others, how well you enjoy yourself in play.

 

Life as an adult seems to be focused on what you own, how you get it, and how well you fight, at least that is what our Government thinks. I don’t think any of those are in the definition of Prosperity.

 

So What is your view of prosperity, does it include fighting and tanks?

 

No Child Should Die by a Weapon of War.