Bright Eyed and Bushy Tailed

I love kids.

No, not in the way of Michael Jackson or Amarillo Slim, in a completely non-ewwww way.

I was driving down the freeway and as I came alongside a Jetta I saw the cutest little girl pressed up against the glass looking out the window. Her eyes darted from the cars to the scenery and back, taking in every possible sight she could see. It was like she was hungry for knowledge, everything she saw was a new experience that added to her life and would be something she could draw upon later.

Kids at this age are great, and I'm consistantly fascinated by them. Our lives could be so much more enriched if we followed their example. At the age they're living to learn, we're resigned to learning to live. Why does our quest for knowledge stop? Why do we not pursue the stuff that interests us? I'm a believer that anything can be accomplished if time/effort is put out....so why don't we? Have our adult interests(read: sitting on couch watching tv aka "relaxing") dulled our quest for something fun, something enriching?

I often think there are many families out there who after work just come home, eat dinner, and sit and watch tv. No reading (besides the paper...bleh), no discussions of any substance, just the "I'm too tired" attitude, flopped on a couch watching 'Everybody Loves Raymond'. What sad lives we live.