My Resignation

“My Resignation…”

I am hereby officially tendering my resignation as an adult. I have decided I would like to accept the responsibilities of an 8 year-old. I want to go to Mr Biggs and think that it’s a four star restaurant. I want to sail paper boats across a fresh muddy stream after a rain and make a sidewalk with rocks. I want to think delicious Gogo sweets are better than money because you can eat them. I want to lie under a big almond tree and run around with nearly no clothes on with my friends on a hot, sunny day. I want to return to a time when life was simple; When all you knew were colors, multiplication tables, and nursery rhymes, but that didn’t bother you, because you didn’t know what you didn’t know and you didn’t care. All you knew was to be happy because you were blissfully unaware of all the things that should make you worried or upset. I want to think the world is fair. That everyone is honest and good. I want to believe that anything is possible. I want to be oblivious to the complexities of life and be overly excited by the little things again. I want to live simple again. I don’t want my day to consist of computer crashes, mountains of office work, projects, depressing news, how to survive more days in the month than there is money in the bank, doctor bills, gossip, illness, gilts and loss of loved ones. I want to believe in the power of smiles, hugs, a kind word, truth, justice, peace, dreams, the imagination, mankind, and making sand castles in the sand. So... here’s my passbook and my bike-keys, keys to my room & shop and my account statements. I am going home to mummy and daddy. I am officially resigning from adulthood. And if you want to discuss this further, you’ll have to catch me first, cause.............. “I’m playing catcher again”

Akinyemi Abiola Aiyekooto
@biola.com