Yesterday afternoon, as I sat at my desk at work, I briefly saw the world, my world, as if I were about eight years old again. Bear with me, it wasn't anything mystical. More like subjective nostalgia really. Maybe just a result of emotional fatigue caused by a job that impedes more than it enables...
I was searching for this journal record and suddenly it seemed odd to me that I was sitting at a desk where only adults were permitted. I looked around the desk and saw all the accouterments of what I knew to be the work world and wondered a bit about the screen. As I did the feeling lifted and the task at hand seemed familiar. The experience quickly brought up memories of waiting at my father's office when I was a boy. Now that I think about it, I never wanted to work there either.
I wonder if, when we are young, we are really as confused as we think we are or do we just see a strange world clearly?
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