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My Resignation
Author Unknown
I am hereby officially tendering my
resignation as an adult. I have decided
I would like to accept the responsibilities
of an 8 year-old.
I want to go to McDonald's and
think that it's a four star restaurant.
I want to sail sticks across a fresh mud
puddle and make a sidewalk with rocks.
I want to think M&Ms are better than money because you can eat
them.
I want to lie under a big oak tree and run a lemonade stand with
my friends on a hot summer's day.
I want to return to a time when life was simple; When all you
knew were colors, multiplication tables, and nursery rhymes, but
that didn't bother you, because you didn't know what you didn't
know and you didn't care.
All you knew was to be happy because you were blissfully unaware
of all the things that should make you worried or upset.
I want to think the world is fair. That everyone is honest and
good.
I want to believe that anything is possible. I want to be
oblivious to the complexities of life and be overly excited by
the little things again.
I want to live simple again. I don't want my day to consist of
computer crashes, mountains of paperwork, depressing news, how
to survive more days in the month than there is money in the
bank, doctor bills, gossip, illness, and loss of loved ones.
I want to believe in the power of smiles, hugs, a kind word,
truth, justice, peace, dreams, the imagination, mankind, and
making angels in the snow.
So... here's my checkbook and my car-keys, my credit card bills
and my 401K statements. I am officially resigning from
adulthood.
And if you want to discuss this further, you'll have to catch me
first, cause........
......"Tag! You're it."
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