Master of Puppets

It was true... Heat had a slowing effect on the pulse of life... On a hot summer’s day when everything was hotter, slower and lazier, only the kids and bees moved with an endless energy, until the bees got what they needed and the kids got tired. The picture that day was not different. Three kids were on the wooden pier by the lake, tired from plunging in the water, (God knows for how many times), shouting and laughing…They were now all lying on wooden pier in silence, their bodies dry but hair still wet. All in little shorts and nothing else, sporting long hair, being one of the most significant signs of free times of the summer holiday. The blonde one, the tall and thin one and the one with black hair and light brown eyes. “Kids, summer, freedom”; the triangle was set perfectly. The moment everybody had at least once in their lives. The one which they remembered with a sad smile when they are all grown up and wondering where all the joy had gone ? The paradox was; the more we understood what joy and happiness was and how it can be reached, the more it became unreachable. The kids who have absolutely no idea about “things to do to be happy list”, were the happiest. Growing up was one long journey of learning social behaviour patterns. (like it or not, fit in or not, even be capable or not); during which we forgot the basics gradually through an invisible process. One at a time... Maybe Oscar Wilde was right and “Nothing that is worth knowing, can be taught....!”