I was going through some old photographs in one of the old albums lying around (and I must say, flipping through photographs manually is a lot more fun than having a million pics on your laptop and changing slides...but that's not the point.) I found a ton of photographs of a lot of my childhood friends from a time when the cares of the world were unknown to us. You know what is the most intriguing aspect of those pics? Their eyes. They were honest and absolutely flowing with whatever emotion they had in them. They were overflowing with an innocence that over the years life seems to have taken away from them. Oh! How I long to be among them once again in that time. Love, careers, politics, betrayals, jealousy and the entire gamut of life that has robbed them of all that they were.
But then again, I guess that's life right?
I wonder if that's happened to me too? Nah...I'm too naive for that!