Childhood

You reach the moment in your life when you realize you are no longer a child.

What is it that kills childhood? Is it a defining moment that all people share, when what once mattered transforms into nothing?

A choice? Is it unique to each individual, a climax one can't take back? A conscious choice serving as a covenant, unbreakable?

It is an obligation? A rule, something that must be abandoned before adulthood is achieved?

We have no choice, a voice calls to us all. It is inevitable.

Whether permitted by the conscious, embraced by the teenager, or dying as we see the youth thrive in others, it's a universal understanding that all children must grow up. And to do that, the child inside dies. We must bury it with imagination, watch it find the fate of Titanic, where its remains may be mourned by the soul.

Or perhaps, childhood never dies, and a part of it still lives inside of us.

We just have to find it.