I tried to put this song in my entry, but couldn’t figure out how to do so. You can listen to the link if you please.

Before beginning this “next stage” in my life—adulthood—I was worried, scared, nostalgic, and sad to let go. The weeks leading up to college I found myself thinking, this will be the last time this is my home, the last time I’m still a “kid.” This is it. Now I’m completely on my own. The entire process was a struggle—to let go, to say goodbye, to realize what was really happening. The first 18 years of my life were over, and everything was going to change.

As Blake says in “Augeries of Innocence,” “The child's toys and the old man's reasons/Are the fruits of the two seasons,” (770?). Blake tells us we have two parts to our lives: childhood and adulthood. We must grow up when it is our time, leave our “toys” for “reason” and enter the real world, become a responsible member of society.

While “Some are born to sweet delight,/Some are born to endless night” (Blake, 770), I am lucky to say I had wonderful childhood, filled with finger-painting, chocolate milk, and story time. As all people (I hope) believe, it is sad to see that chapter in our lives closed. Everything becomes less magical, more sensible. We try to revert back to the simplistic nature of our childhood. Some artists spend years trying to learn to draw like an untrained child, to perform music in a fresh or childish way. For example, poet e.e. cummings strove to evoke a childish nature in his poems by making up words and arranging his words in carefree ways. In his poem In Just— he describes the worlds as “mudluscious” and “puddle-wonderful” while describing children at play. As children everything was magical, impressive. It is the “infant faith” (Blake, 770) we once had in the goodness of the world that we strive to uncover once again.

Now, as we grow, we must learn to make the world a better place for those whose childhoods are yet to come.