Isn’t it ironic that as children we’re in such a hurry to grow up, then when we get there and realize it that we sometimes wish we could go back?
At what point in human development do we stop giggling and looking at the world around us with such awe and wonder? What is it about the aging process that makes us so serious?
I envy infants and toddlers who can laugh at almost everything. Who hasn’t smiled when watching a baby laugh, or felt physically and emotionally better after a good laugh?
Maybe it’s time to be a bit more childish and laugh like a baby.