We are creatures of Constant Awe

We are creatures of constant Awe

And not to brag, but this line stood out to me and I wrote it down before Bree suggested it as a prompt.

Okay so I'm totally bragging.

We are creatures of constant Awe

The first story that comes to mind is the time I told my nephew

Who was 4 at the time,

"Look up at the Sky! What a beautiful sunset!"

He stopped, looked up, his eyes widened as he looked at me and then back up at the Sky and said,

"Whoooa! I didn't know the Sky can change colors like that!"

He's 11 now, and taller than me already,

but I'll never tell him to stop growing

Because when I was a kid and grown ups told me to stop growing,

I experienced anxiety and dread and wanted to scream at them,

"I CAN'T STOP GROWING! NEVER TELL SOMEONE TO STOP GROWING!"

I guess I took it literally,

When they didn't mean it literally.

It felt literal.

Like they actually wanted me to stay small,

Like the more space I took up,

The more uncomfortable they would feel.

We are creatures of constant Awe,

and I'm in awe of how beautiful and tragic this experience of having a body and being a human is.

My hand hurts,

Like I'm pushing down on the paper with my pen harder than is necessary.

I play Mario Kart the same way,

My thumb hurts from tensing up with the controller as if pushing harder will make my Yoshi Character go faster.