Reading harold_maude's journal

When I'm all growd up
like the flowers
will I be content in the content of my life?

When I'm all growd up
like the rich people who have fancy houses
drive fancy cars
and are in debt up to their eyeballs
will I have arrived?

When I'm all growd up
and days are oh so short
will I remember so well
that it really is ok to color outside the lines?

Or will I forget.
And if I forget
will you slap me a few times
to wake me up?

Things I know:

that it's ok in some states to spit on the sidewalk.
while in others it's against the law.
That stupid has nothing to do with I.Q.
That predjuice makes strangers enemies.
That I like my eggs cooked everyway except as eggs benidict.
That I love the stars
that I hope I never get too old to play with toys
and not be embaressed
that it's a good thing to share chocolate with someone
and hugs are good too.
That money isn't everything
while being loved is a gift
and being able to love is an even bigger gift.
That I don't have any answers just points of view.
And sometimes in a single moment you can live a whole lifetime and that it's ok.

How's that for a brief moment in time?

It only looks that way because your standing on your head.