Everything Under the Sun

The ebb and flow of the waves, steadily whispers my name, Stay. Stay. Stay. Remain for the rest of your days, away from the modern craze.  Oh to hop on a plane and find myself far from disarray. It's a reverie I must say, but it was once an actual day in May.  I'd like nothing more than to retreat back to my seat in Hanalei. For that week I was a bum on the beach with not a worry to be seen, And not to be found by anyone who knew me, what a treat. The heat and scenery treated me like a king, like I was born and raised in the ring, Of volcanoes in the Pacific where many find themselves peaceful and serene. And in Kauai I found the same thing, I'll be back soon, at a date TBD, To that island that was once but a dream.  

When I was a child I can remember wishing I was older. It would seem, through the litany of anecdotal evidence, that this is an innate aspect of youth and naivety - yearning for and pedestaling the days when you can drive, then when you can drink, then when you have your own place. And then, such is life, it all happens. And like the cliché goes, you long for the days when you were young - when responsibility was absent, when the hours were simpler, and even perhaps when you knew less. Ignorance really was bliss, and it marked the days of youth. The profundity of this pendulum mindscape is of great interest to me. Frankly it's odd and worth thinking about. It would seem it serves no purpose biologically. Our dopamine systems are predicated on forward progress, yet, for most of us, at some point, we desire the past, which would appear to be the antithesis of progression. I've understood at least part of this in the last few years. We don't always want what we can't yet h...