Children seethe with envy. Imagination pervades their idea of things, of adult lives, of the possibilities in the world. Words--rife with the vagaries of meaning--run wild in their heads and bloat with the sugary soda that fuels them. Freedom is a reckless abandonment of the scrutiny of others; maturity is the reckless abandonment of the scrutiny of self. Their impatience for their lives belies their naivete of the weight of breathing. Life is more complex than having the keys for the car.
And youth is cruel and smiles at things which it cannot see. -TSEliot
