thoughts of a young adventurer

I saw this flower in my neighborhood. crazyyyy! looks like something straight out of a child's imagination

I remember lying in bed as a child just letting my thoughts wander like an American hitchhiking through Europe. I so vividly remember just lying there in bed, my sister fast asleep in the bed next to me, and feeling terrible  for "lying" to my mother about being asleep (I confessed to  her later... I was deathly afraid of authority and followed rules to a tee as a child. I can just imagine my mother laughing at her 5 year old confessing such a thing) 

I would think about all sorts of things. I would think about all the impossibly improbable "what-if's". On many occasions, I convinced myself that there were alien men sneaking outside my window with secret guns that could tell if people were in a house with their special breath detecting devices. I would hold my breath until the aliens were surely gone after their guns failed to detect my existence. 

I would also imagine myself locked in a cage of angels whenever I was scared of kidnappers, monsters, or whatever creatures my imagination would brew up (that all coincidentally lived under my bed). 

Most of all, I remember one thought that has continued to perplex me throughout my life. As a young child, I would sit and wonder about this one thought for hours. Now let me enlighten you to this thought dear readers. So here it is, my unadulterated innocent contemplations as a young child...

So in life, we all have options... soooo many options. For instance, if you don't like playing baseball, you can play basketball. If you don't like wearing the color blue, you can wear pink. If you don't like peas, you can eat carrots. But then it occurred to me, that in this world all we can do is live and then die. There is no other option. You must do it in that order too. There is no other option besides this life and then once we are done living, to expire with death. This thought perplexed me because we can't even imagine doing something besides live and then die (and then hopefully go on to heaven) simply because no other option exists. I used to think about this as I was lying in bed and wonder how no one else could be concerned with this concept. From what I could see, everyone had accepted this fact and never was even concerned with the smallness of our existence. We were nothing. How could we place such importance on such a transitional existence. But then again, how could we not, when we have no other option?

So now you see dear readers why I had to lie to my mother about being asleep. I had way too much thinking to do.