I’m not sure how it happens, but somewhere between childhood and adulthood, fun gets sucked out of us. Its a slow and hard to notice process, but by the time we are old, few of us are any fun anymore.
How can that be?
Because play is considered irresponsible by society, since in its essence play is engaging our imagination, and mature adults seem to have no need for imagination.
How very sad.
The only place we ever see people using their imagination if I am to read into the jokes I hear, is sexually which is ironic considering that it is also the one place that people are uncomfortable due to our puritan society. It’s almost like in this one already minimally allowable place people allow their imagination to run wild. Let it all go, baby.
You know I’m right. In general, at least.
The point is that we need to play and imagine, but we can’t admit it to ourselves as adults. So what are we to do? Play, baby, play. If you have kids or grandkids, roll down a grassy hill with them. I did it last week, and it was great. Well, after I got over the nausea. Another side benefit, is that you get to send the message to your kids that adults play too. If you don’t have kids, grab a friend and make a commotion at a restaurant over dinner just for the heck of it.
As adults we need to play just as much as kids, it’s just that somehow we have been taught to suppress that need. So remember, you are never too told to play!