Invigorating Promise of Crayons…and Ibuprofen


crayons and advilLong ago as a child, and then as the parent of young children, I distinctly remember the exhilaration of opening a brand new box of crayons. Each and every untouched, sharp-tipped implement was resplendent in colourful glory, and so very full of invigorating promise. There was no limit to what would become of the combination of colours and the ensuing marvels each would surely produce.

Now as middle-aged adult, I have been revisited by that familiar feeling of promise, even more revitalizing than that which came with the crayons. Now, each object of my affection is identical to the other, with no flare, fun or variety, but still, the certain precursor of great things to come. As a middle aged adult, when I open a bottle Advil, and the certain consequent alleviation of aches and pains, give promise of my day will unravel in soon improve.

Life sure does change!


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