always today

Isn't it funny
- or actually,
isn't it tragic -
how the older we grow
the more we must relearn
how to play?

Why do grown-ups always insist
on being so serious?

The more we "certainly know,"
the less we are willing to believe.
As we deny, ignore, fear, and run from
the unknown,
we simultaneously forget
how to explore and question
and simply stand in awe
of life's many mysteries.

Our selves
no longer allow
our souls
to dwell long
in the magical moments;
we even arrogantly
(yet "rationally") assume
that "magic"
no longer exists,
so we invent safety nets
and stop taking risks.

Care and caution
are wise,
impulse and passion,
foolish -
we like to say.

But which is truly wiser:
To passionately live in each magical moment,
Or to cautiously plan for tomorrow
while it is still, always, today?