Survival of the fittest?

I am sure there were times when you wanted to be a child again. Oh, to feel wonder again! To feel unconditional love; to look at a rainbow for the first time; to cry unashamedly!

It is a curious thing - this 'growing up' that we all do. We grow younger as we grow old. And we grow old sooner than we expect, wishing we were younger. We hate people who take us for kids. We wish we were sixteen again, to feel the angst of teenage. Then we wish we were old and wise. We wish we were twenty five, to experience the independence.

What is the right time to be in? Now? Or should we be stuck with yesterday? What about tomorrow? what about the future?

There are times when you feel really let down. Not by others but by yourself. There are times when you wish you hadn't learnt anything. When you wish your mind could have remained simple. The layers and layers of complexity suddenly weigh tons. And to discern feelings and emotions is a pain. We build walls around ourselves, hoping to protect but ending up imprisoned. No matter how hard you try, those walls will never come down, just like the masks that we wear.

There is a name for this. Evolution. Or is it convolution?