Grip

THE little things that surround us and make us only seem to begin really nattering when they're not there anymore.
Like you don't thank the humble light bulb for staying on throughout the day until it blows because it can take the task no more. Then you curse at it for making you have to get out the ladder and dig out a new one before removing it and throwing it disgracingly into the trash.
Like you don't whisper sorry to your dinner plate when your knife finally and painfully scrapes across its much scarred surface once you get through that tough piece of meat you've been sawing at. Then you grimace or laugh with your family at the screeching, fingers on blackboard sound it makes.
Like you don't pat your computer on its overheated back for staying working for hours on end while you rush out your geography assignment the day before its due. You only use profanities and obscenities nobody wants to hear on it, hurling abuse at it for crashing when really, even machines have limits.

Even if humans try to rush through all there is to be done in life, they will never win a race like this. Once you finish your homework, and you have hours to go before your conscience can safely call it a productive, decent day (or night), you start pulling out your textbook to do some extra work, get ahead a little while you've got some time to spare. And you give so much you don't even realize you no longer have anything to give. Nothing left to give of your childhood.

Childhood?

Yes, such a thing does still exist in the world.