remember who you wanted to be? -FEARLESS CHILDLIKE

so this guy comes up to me and says outof the blue

remember who you wanted to be?

aaaawwww,what!?!

you talking to me, i ask him.

yeah he responses, you remember who you wanted to be?

what i did not realize is that is not a question that you can't get away from, it's like challenging your whole childhood ideas about how life works, and the world with you as an individual in it, and how you were going to change it the world if you can, so how do you defend who and what you grew into being so far removed from who you wanted to be. be real it's easier to settle along the way we get so used to it that we do not even noticed, and when we were told to

dream big we never noticed that's a way to incite ambition in children before we rob it from them! remember being between 5 to 8 years of age and making friends with other kids in and around the play ground just because both of you were kids and noting else matter colour of skin money where you lived only that you both were in the moment, go to the park and watch kids introduce themselves to each other you will see if you do not remember. watch them they do not care.

so i was like man that's not a realistic question for you to be asking me about

i do not know you from caption jack. i rebuttal

as he just stares in to my eyes,

and soon i start think well there's ah this... and aahh there's that thingy you know.

with him looking cool straight in my eye, souls locked in some sort of wwf death match on with this question and any purpose for my life’s justification of how my adult years have turned out. the years pass the age of innocence and all he does is agrees,

yeah, ooohhh eons of weight and remorse being not removed but acknowledged,

leaving tears swelling up in my eyes. one fragmented agreement from some guy i do not even know.

and my child is asking to me "hello my name is jupiter lovejoy what's yours.

in the back of my mind kicks in words from JESUS in that he forewarns of those who harm the children.

setting them astray from the path of God, and what about those of us who have set the child we once were off on the lower path of self letting go of so much everyday justifying and setting of who we are becoming, with the days passes very much the same way with the breaking of night and the chill of the air. the sun hugs and kisses from the horizon setting colour aglow. then tending to the affairs of the day the sun puts the colours away. climbing high into the sky then settles in to the path it has chosen falls crashing in to the horizon like some song in d# minor bleeding back the hues of orange, red, pinks, and purples into the sky.

and there at that one point between the night season and the day where the sun gives back what is was giving right before the very last of light follows, this part of the day is only called twilight! and this is where i was left standing FEARLESS CHILDLIKE with tears cascading down my cheeks

all because i was driving in traffic next to some guy with a bumper sticker the raised the question "remember who you wanted to be".