being a silly little kid
kid - a baby goat
silly - mindless folly
being - a living thing, existance
a - connecting word
little - small in size, stature (what ever the smae of comparison)
i.e. a living small baby goat into mindless folly
ADULT -
a - adulterating
d- disillutioned
u - uncomprehendable
l - lethargic, loathsome
t- tadpole
So given the choice what would u be?
why do we need to transition?
can't we be like Peter Pan and the lost boys who never grow up?
then what will become of us?
silly - mindless folly
being - a living thing, existance
a - connecting word
little - small in size, stature (what ever the smae of comparison)
i.e. a living small baby goat into mindless folly
ADULT -
a - adulterating
d- disillutioned
u - uncomprehendable
l - lethargic, loathsome
t- tadpole
So given the choice what would u be?
why do we need to transition?
can't we be like Peter Pan and the lost boys who never grow up?
then what will become of us?
posted by dewdrop at
11:33 PM
3 Comments:
For the first and only time in his life, Peter Pan fell in love, with Wendy. Now Wendy is a very nice girl, but being a pragmatic person, she sees that Neverland, even with all the fun and frolic it brings, would never last. Her strong affection for Peter is by itself quite reasonably insufficient for her to commit her life to an irresponsible jackass. She returns home, grows up, marries a handsome guy and lives happily ever after. On cold spring nights, when the blue rays of the moon turn the pebbles in her patio into sparkling emeralds, she would have a fleeting memory of Neverland, but she is not the type to dwell on those.
Peter? He thinks of Wendy all the time, although, I do believe he is happy in Neverland.
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seekerak, at 4:51 AM
With the blue rays came more than fleeting memories... It was more like a laser beam that broke down a week heart wall, behind which some sweet old memories were stuffed.
Wendy had "already grown up" by the time she went to Neverland. Her favourite game was playing "miss responsible". Growing up and getting married was like the only way to play it perpetually... but little did little Wendy know that acting responsible and being that is worlds apart and being responsible in a childs world and an adult world was a universe apart...
She often siltently wondered in the patio about the "What if" question... what if the captain conconts another poisonous cake... and leaves it in the lagoon... will it poison all the mermaids.... (she secretly hope for this cos she always had this tincy wincy envy that they would seduce Peter)... what if Tiger Lily was nvr rescued...... Then the Indians wouldn;t have come to help.. on that fateful ay.. and he would be dead... would that have been better than this....
Well Arthur was a luving man.... but...... he couldn't fly.......... he didn;t have an angel......... and she couldn;t b his.......... cos she left half of her "shadow" in nvrland.. tis just that she nvr told anyone...... cos even if she got it back she couldn;t saw it back.... so she just "let it go"... or she thought she did...
But more and more... the remaning bit of her shadow was shriveling.. it was lonely............... It was xhausted from playn mummu and good wife and hm and piano teacher..........same game every day..................
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dewdrop, at 5:51 PM
I refuse to budge on this one. Sorry ;-). Never underestimate the power of pragmatism. The key point is that Peter and Wendy are fundamentally different, (no I am not talking about the fundamental gender difference :-D)
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seekerak, at 1:07 PM
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