When and why did everything change? When did we stop being children, when did we lose our innocence? Our love for life, for fun, for the little things? I found myself sitting in the waiting room at the hospital today talking to a boy named Jaden by the age of 3. He had more spirit and enthusiasm and love than anyone of my peers. Life has become a duty, not a privilege.  A need, not a want. A nuisance, not a blessing. And I am no exception to everyone else. I take life for granted: the beauty of the ocean, the vivid colors of the sunset, along with that tantalizing smell after rainfall. Will it always be like this? When will I begin to appreciate the feel of a warm wind flowing through my hair or the grains of sand inbetween my toes? 

Soon I hope.