Writing 101 – Day #whocares : Serially lost (Things we lost growing up #2)

On day four, you wrote a post about losing something. (In blogging terms that is like three centuries ago.) Today, write about finding something. (I already created a draft version of what I thought the series was going to be about, so stuff ya’ll!) Today’s twist: if you wrote day four’s post as the first in a series, use this one as the second installment — loosely defined. (I’ll try.)

The only thing clearer about my inability to follow these prompts accurately would be my inability to stay focused on the task at hand, i.e post daily.  I have a convenient excuse.  I might suffer from ADHD, as per Dr Google.  So here goes my interpretation and an attempt at pleasing the Blogging Gods (aka the Editors of WordPress) who must be seriously annoyed at my lack of commitment to Writing 101.


Not only is Rise of the Guardians one of the best animated movies of all time, it also causes severe silent crying.  Especially the pivotal scene when Jack Frost realizes that a little boy can actually SEE him.  He does his best to make a little boy believe in miracles and the Tooth Fairy, when suddenly this kid gets a priceless, shocked expression on his face.  He sees Jack Frost for the first time and the animators captured that moment brilliantly.  And then there is the moment when Jack realises what his center is…Just watch the movie.

Even thinking about those scenes makes my eyes well up as it reminds me of the power of imagination.  Compared to actually watching the scenes, resulting in bucket loads of tears streaming down my face.  It’s not particularly attractive to see a grown man cry that much, so I make sure I’m alone when the movie starts.  Or I cut onions and pretend to be cooking up a storm.

The reason why that specific scene plays out like a typhoon on my emotions is probably due to the fact that it captures the second thing adults lose growing up.  The first thing was our sense of humour.   The second thing being our Sense of  Wonder.  Those moments of suspended disbelief.  When we believe anything is possible and we leave our cynicism and sceptic nature at the door.  Those fleeting moments when we embrace our sense of fantasy and adventure.

And who can blame us for losing it?

Life is life and it happens daily.  We’re all running around, trying to keep our shit together and not throwing it in the fan.  Or maybe more accurately, riding a unicycle on a pile of cylinders, keeping seventeen flaming torches in the air, with kids tugging at our shirts constantly.  And doing this without breaking a sweat.  Acting normal.  For that’s what adults are suppose to do.

It’s waking up, getting dressed, having breakfast, racing to school.  It’s work and travel and bills and money and maintenance and household chores and dentist appointments and family obligations and the sadness and the tragedy of life and the moments with friends, that comes at the expense of family and the crucial quality time with our children that we battle to find and being a good husband or wife and…well life…I’m exhausted.

And we all do it.  Everyone runs around like a headless chicken.  Trying to survive or cope or not to kill each other.  In the midst of all of that, in the midst of trying to make a decent life, we lose our sense of wonder.

We lose that ability of letting go, every now and again.  We forget how great it is to suspend reality and just dream for awhile.  Moments when we lie down in green fields, look up at the sky and try and find weird animals in the clouds passing by.  When we see dinosaurs with tutu’s and old people with wings.

Adults only see clouds, white formations of moisture that accumulates in the atmosphere with the promise of rain.  Nothing more, nothing less.  It’s not fluffy white stuff anymore.  Adults don’t see the stories in the clouds, we know the facts.  We know why they are there.  We ignore our imagination.

Which makes this post one of the saddest things I’ve ever written.

14 thoughts on “Writing 101 – Day #whocares : Serially lost (Things we lost growing up #2)

  1. Hey, you get points from me because you can follow the rules at all. I’d take the rules, change them all up and write whatever suited me.
    It’s a disease.
    So good on ya mate. (Do they say that in South Africa?)


  2. Yes, it is sad that/when we lose out sense of wonder. I still look for the pot of gold at the bottom of the rainbow. I reckon part of the problem is that we think Science is there to answer all our questions – which is not the purpose of Science. Science will never answer, for example, how come Father Christmas manages to make all those things in one year. Nor how come South African beat the NZ All Blacks in rugby.


  3. I need to slow down and read your post again. I saw the title with “Guardians” in it and thought of this summer’s movie, “Guardians of the Galaxy.”
    I was lost by your reference to Jack Frost from that point forward…(long day at work today).


  4. But you’ve reminded yourself that those things are necessary. So go outside and try to find shapes and animials in the clouds with your kids (even though they probably think they’re too old for that stuff now). If you have an I-pad, download the app for the constellations so you can take it outside at night, hold your I-lad up to the sky on a starlit night, and identify the constellations visible in your location. I-pads also take pretty good pictures. (My husband has one.) Go out and play tag with the kids. Let that little kid inside you come out. You’ll be glad you did. Your kids will laugh at you, but they’ll be glad for the memories you create with them. You can do it. Go for it.


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