A child through The Eyes of Grown Up Person

I nearly forgot this little girl until I saw her picture in my Old City Batavia collection. There’s something in my mind when I met her. A feeling of jealousy if I may say so, the feeling that made me took her picture.

I met her during my hunting at Old City, Batavia, in Jakarta. It was 09.30 AM when I passed her father’s small stall and saw her played with the sand like she was at the beach and build her sand-palace like other kids did when they were at the beach.

I noticed her ignorant of the car or motor bike which passing-by her father’s small stall. She also didn’t even get distracted by people who walk at the sidewalk, where she put her “sandy beach”.

She still smiled and enjoys the warm of morning sun. Even when I took her picture, she’s still busy with her imagination.

Oh … how I envy her, envy her imagination, envy her eyes of how she view the world, of how she enjoyed her present, not her past not even worry for her tomorrow.

In my eyes, she must be longing to play with white-sandy beach, build her sandy-castle at the beach complete with the tunnel and watch the waves destroy her little castle, so she can yell-out-loud and re-build her imagination castle again. Or like many other kids, when the waves was so tempting to be chase, she will race the waves, just to be the number one sprinter in the world; and when the waves beat her, she just throw herself to the sea like other kids and feel the salty water.

In my mind, I feel sorry for her because she doesn’t have the privilege to do so, not only a chance to play with the white-sandy beach but also a yard to explore her childhood.

As a grown up person, there’s always something that makes us worried. Our children, our husband, our job, our house, name it; there are a lot of worried. We never let our mind to stay calm, to live at today, present. We always live back and forth, past and tomorrow. It’s hard to ask my mind stop and live at present, even though I know that I should live at present.

But that girl, she doesn’t have that worried. She lives at present, now and never let yesterday or tomorrow takes over neither her imagination nor her joy of today.

I wish I still can have their imagination, their optimism to the world, and their present life. I really wish.