Wednesday, October 3, 2007

The Pockets

“I’m jealous of children. I envy them.”
You said.

I asked you why.

“Because their pockets are empty. They don’t need to carry anything. No cell phones, wallets, car keys, cigarettes, lighters, iPods… you know what I mean? They’re free. As we get older, we give ourselves more and more things to worry about. To lose. Reasons to pat our pockets in a panic in case we’re missing something. A list to run through in our head before we walk out the front door. That’s why I envy children.”

I nodded and finished my drink, wondering if I had my wallet with me.


jennifer said...

kids have their own things they worry about. like what if lunch includes spinach that day, or what to do about that red crayon they broke. its not that they don't have anything to worry about, they just worry about different things. some day you'll look back and say, I wish I were there again, where all I had to worry about was whether I forgot my wallet or not.

Anonymous said...

Watch me fall apart. Only love now