In a word...

...or more like quite a lot of...words. I'm actually talking about 'the kid' - he talks non-stop, and I mean non-stop, I am not exaggerating in any shape or form, he can talk, really talk. About anything, anyone, any which way, about nothing in particular. But it's his enthusiasm for learning, wondering, asking, acknowledging...life.

That is what being a child is like, there is no limitations on what you can do. Why do we stop having those feeling when we grow older, do we worry more, not take chances, not ask of anything or anyone, anymore? Do we not care - or more like don't have the time...to think, to talk, to experience life? It's a philosophical question, but something that we should ask of ourselves more; make time, talk more, enjoy the wonder of what goes on, or make the change, whatever it is, I wish I could be that five year old and just question everything, and learn as I go on...maybe that change can still happen, take that risk I say, I should take my own advice...