Just like that

I donot know why I am here. A friend suggested, and see I am here... May be this can help me understand me. Oh no...I dont want to do that... I want to remain as mystery....Remember those golden days( childhood)...How much do we used to rejoice and that too over small issue....we make a paper boat, we rejoice. We make a drawing, we rejoice....And going even beyond....remember those days when just sitting in mamma's lap we used to wonder....Wonder about the mysteries of life.... Wonder about the fact that someone can stand on his/her feet, some one can even walk....And I still remember, when I saw a bird flying for the first time... It was like... The experience cant be said in words... I still miss those days. But I know I cant relive those moments. And I now wonder about the absurdities of life. Life has become such a runway. Always running always running. A wish fulfilled and ten new wishes arises. And I cant rejoice. I still miss those small moments of happiness and gaiety, when even a small issue can make me happy. And now ...forget it...enough for today...