We work from the moment we are born!
We are bubbly trying to entertain our parents and then we get handed to strangers and try our best to make them happy, but when they shove their face into our tummy, we are not ecstatic, we are laughing because we haven't controlled that tickly feeling yet, we are just a baby for heavens sake!
We are fed with a spoon some gook and liquid. Then it all comes out again but at the other end.
Then it's, I wonder if he will say Dadda or Mama first…the pressure is unbearable, so you gurgle and try to get something out and all they can say is awwww!
Once we are through the baby stage we now have to entertain our parents in our feeble attempts to walk, which for some reason, gets them laughing while we are struggling to get the hang of this! We keep falling flat on our faces and it's not nice. Why don't our legs work so well? I am trying the best I can and failing miserably!
Then I get the hang of it!
Then I get the hang of it, one step at a time and before I know it I am running and laughing, I am a success…YES! Then the warnings start, don't run you'll hurt yourself. But I thought now that I am not falling over I wouldn't hurt myself?! As soon as I think that, BANG! This is a fall that I was not expecting and you can bet your bottom dollar I screamed my eyes out, this is so unfair! Mummy picks me up and says it's alright! I am thinking in what world is this alright!
Okay, so now I've managed a few words, I can walk and run but now they want me to draw. I have these stick things squished into my hand and some white thing put in front of me and the next thing I know Mummy is making my hand move over the white thing and there is something appearing on it…oooh it's that stick thing! I get excited because I want Mummy to be proud of me so I wave the stick thing around but can't make those mark things she makes. She pushes my hand down and eventually I get the hang of it. This seems to make her happy. I learn how to scribble.
Okay, I have worked really hard now, I can walk, I can talk and I can scribble, that should be enough for these people?
It doesn't end there.
They now want me to learn other stuff in a horrible room with people I don't know whose only ambition in life is to make me learn more stuff! That isn't the worst of it, they have people who are small like me and some of them are making horrible noises with their mouths. Then I start making the same horrible noise with my mouth. When will this torture end?
Alright, I can now communicate with other people, I understand the basics of communication and with that come some privileges. I can ask for things and sometimes I will get them. But there is a downside. They ask me to do things and it usually involves me doing something for them, what is going on?
I start getting the hang of this thing everyone is calling ‘life'. Now they want to test me to see if I have understood what they have taught me. This is worse than learning to walk. I am put in a room with other people my age and given a piece of paper with questions on it and I am supposed to answer them and I can't talk to anyone. Who thought this up?
Then the dramas come. It was so easy being young and all your friends had no idea what they were doing either, you were in good company.
Now you have to learn how to make friends!
You not only have to please your parents and family you now have to work out how to please your friends! The easiest way is to find someone who is similar to myself. That way I won't have to work too hard. But what about other people, those I have to find out what makes them happy.
I am not complaining, if I want other people to make me happy, I guess, I have to work out what makes them happy. This is not easy and it's going to take some time.
So I get this handled, I get some friends and start to hang out with them. This does not make my parents happy because now I am spending time away from them to make time for my friends. The work never stops.
Now I have to go out and earn a living and help out with expenses and look for a place to live away from home.
The last stages!
More of the same and getting older and older and older.
Late in life, back to laughing, not remembering things and legs failing and being spoon fed again. We have come full circle and are we any wiser? Hopefully, we have made the planet a better place to be than when we arrived!?