Having reached what I call in Season 4 of my life, middle age, I would write down the desires realized, cravings aborted, the path with varying degrees of success, choices, sacrifices, brief joys, sorrows and joys of a part of life.
Before continuing, I want to warn those who read me maybe I'll talk about a life in what is called a family "happy" and without major problems.
(I know of course that there are lives that have known only pain and misfortune since childhood, but this is not the subject of this column, which is rather my view of life a person "blessed" by life, having access to a certain ease, the education and love of his.)
For me, life, like the year is divided into four seasons.
The first spring, the most beautiful and one that passes too quickly: early childhood.
In fact, in our first years of conscious life (from about 2 years until age 10 or 11) that all girls or boys we feel able to do everything and want everything or know do. For
children, life is a blessed time and then hated both: the wonderful blessed because "there" and lets all hope, hated because the main purpose of the child is to become a "great" to whom everything is license and who can do anything, it grows!
Childhood is also the age of confidence in all: what adults say, what they do or do not, is necessarily fair.
"Great people never lie and we must believe their claims!"
These first years of life (2 to 6 years of age of entry "to the big school") are also of recklessness, the wonderful, endless games, both with beautiful sophisticated toys, but even better with a piece of paper and old pieces of string.
is still the period of the imagination, creativity and non-flanged all possible!
Ah, what wonders these parties in Saint-Nicolas, Christmas or Easter, where characters with "magic powers" slip into cramped chimneys to bring us lots of gifts, where the bells leave and return to Rome responsible for chocolates and sweets for good children .....
Oh, what a sly and often hidden fear, receive instead of punishment distributed by bogeymen or other monsters that criticize the little children who were not wise!
What happiness to believe in magical powers of ogres and witches, hear their stories told by relatives and loving friends before finally read them ourselves, while shivering "delicious"!
What joys yet to invent a life, build a future and believe that we will achieve all our dreams!
And yet, as they rise too fast these years of indifference and faith in the aftermath wonderful and easy for the child, they are dragging and it has only wait to become a great person and can do what he wants, finally!
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