There is a phrase that I hear at least once a month, when I do not listen to it once a week and it is none other than the one that many of you are sure of, and that usually comes from the adult that it is, or at least it believes so , the most responsible. The phrase is none other than "I don't know who is more child, if you or he" (With "he" refers to my four year old son).
And you wonder many times, Who are more children, parents or children?
Leave the boy we went behind
Like many of you, I have very little time at the end of the day to devote to the game. I do not mean to "accompany" my children in their games, but to be one of them. Normally we continue being the adult in the game, we are pending that they are not harmed, that they respect the rules of the game, turns, that they do not fight, etc. But, How many times do we forget that the game is not just for children?
We are supposed to grow and enter a world full of responsibilities, work and obligations. We have to play as adults, whatever that means and it is as if society forced you to bury that child you once was, it's over, there is no place for him, it's time to grow up and become a man.
The problem is that this child is very stubborn, as much or more than our two-year-old boy and refuses to leave his toys, refuses to pick up and go to the shower and looks for any excuse to continue playing for five more minutes.
The adaptation
Perhaps that child who clings to us in our head, stays there and gains his space, but against what he cannot fight is against the inexorable passage of time. We get old and we can't deny that, we can't make time go by because we all know it's not true. That child of yesteryear is still inside, but his body is now 40 and We are no longer, at least most of us, to walk from branch to branch or the like.
Our mostly sedentary life passes its bill. But if something is good for the human being it is to adapt, and thus we have created a gigantic gaming industry around us capable of making even the weirdest of the wishes of that child-adult come true. But maybe the bug has gotten out of hand and not only does our dreams come true, but it is able to manipulate them and make us feel as essential what until a few years ago was totally superfluous.
So now we have the same toy developed for different ages and as we go through these different stages we are renewing (and consuming) a new toy. When we are small, the portal's landing is enough to turn it into a soccer field, or a small supermarket to play, then we grow and that is when we need sports centers of thousands of square meters or on the contrary stop playing because now those games "of emulation "have become very real and it seems that it is not funny to play combing our mother or trying to hide the bald dad.
We have forgotten the most important thing in the game
We have forgotten the imagination. Of those magic powders capable of converting a simple stick into a million things. Now they tell us, "Don't worry, don't think, rest. I already do it for you." What do you want, a rifle to kill zombies? I sell you one and for a small price of a quarter of your salary I put the zombies in your living room.
We still have the same needs as children
We still want to be superheroes, princesses, great athletes or the most popular in the neighborhood. And we have designed a whole machinery to do it from our living room and under the most absolute anonymity. Why pIt seems ashamed that they see us playing, It is as if by becoming children for a moment we are no longer trustworthy adults for others.
Perhaps in these last days we are returning to let out the child that we have always repressed. It has always been attempted that children grow rapidly and become adults of profit, and perhaps this made sense a hundred, two hundred or a thousand years ago, at a time when a man with 40 years was already an old man and life expectancy It was not much longer. But now we live much longer, it is no longer necessary to have adults of 15 years and yet we continue with the same hurries to turn our children into adults.
We have that fixation because they become independent, that they learn to do useful things (for us of course, they may not think the same as we do before learning to iron a shirt) to be "men and women of profit" what our elders said and even now we keep saying it. Well, know that one of the most buoyant industries is the entertainment industry, that maybe playing big children is not as much a waste of time as we think.
We must take care of that child and continue enjoying with him, with our children, leave parked even for a few moments that adult we have become. Enjoy innocence again for a few minutes.
You can still be big kids, it's just a matter of regaining our imagination
And for sample I leave the following video made by a gang of those big children we have been talking about, how with a little imagination we can transport ourselves to that world where we spent the dead hours of children.
And in your houses, Who is more child, you or them? Do you also quit staining that again by playing?
