A Peter Pan Inside of Me

Rain drops on our face.
Sprinkles on our ice creams.
Lollipops and cotton candies.
Clowns, bubbles, and crazy-colored balloons.
Jump ropes, hop scotch, hide and seek, dolls, water guns, and matchboxes.
Innocent giggles and laughter.

Isn’t a child’s life a much less complicated than we used to think it was? How ironic when we used to get irritated when we hear our parents’ ‘oratorical pieces’; telling us not to /to do this and that; and now that we’re grown ups; we sometimes wish they could still decide for us. Right before we could utter our first ma-ma and pa-pa/ mommy/dada/ tatay/nanay, they already have an existing database of rules and guidelines, which they easily retrieve whenever we do wrong or whenever we need to decide. Excellent information management system indeed! I only wish we could have the full access to it now. There are times that when I face a very difficult/ painful situation the Peter Pan inside of me grows- the same Peter Pan who wants to get stuck in his childhood. I am frail and wishes to cuddle in my parents arms whenever I feel pain. But I can’t anymore. I’m technically an adult. I am but faced with more hurdles to overcome; a race to win. A Peter Pan inside me grows whenever I feel tired and weary. But a Peter Pan inside of me continues to hope and embrace the adventures of my story, which my Creator crafted for me perfectly.


Life is not a cycle; I believe so. It only becomes a cycle when we don’t learn from our mistakes. It is only stagnant whenever we don’t get to appreciate the little things that God tries to teach us everyday. A Peter Pan who refuses to grow up has a life that is cyclic, a life that is stagnant. Surely, there are times that the coward and laid back Peter Pan overcomes me. But definitely, I would choose the hopeful and adventurous Peter Pan to influence me the most. A toast to the hopefuls!