The child and his toy.

I am like a child. I think sometimes the things I do is still like a child.

Okay, maybe "toy" is not a good word. But rather object of most desire. I guess for a child it would be his "toy" or his mommy.

The child have this new toy, she is beautiful, she is wonderful, she is lovely. The child just wants to play with it, just wants to continue holding it, just wants to enjoy the toy.

Take the toy away from the child. Let him play with it 1-2 hours a day. How would the child act? The child would go crazy with the toy. He would love every moment, every second of the toy. Getting to know it intimately with every second he has but when its not there, he whines, he throw fits, he throws tantrums, he acts like a child desiring the toy.

Give a man his toy. He likes his object of desire, be it BMW, Mercedes, etc. He enjoys every moment of it, he tells his friends about it, he shares, he cares for it. Take it away for 1-2 hours a day. He cherishes and enjoy every moment of it while its there. But the times when he can't be with her, he revels in the fact that it's going to be there again tomorrow morning all shiney and polished ready.

I've been trying too hard to accelerate natural order of things. Trying to know her too much. But like a child, who gets excited about all things of the toy, he eventually gets bored of it, and moves on to the next thing. Until someone else picks up the toy and the child gains interest in it again. The man, his object of desire, he knows it, it becomes his passion. He takes it slow and does not grow bored of it, but takes even greater care of it until it becomes a classic. Becomes better with age.

I think I have been a child last night. Not a man. Don't Be a child John. :o(