Remember when life was fun? When you just did things? Not even thinking about them, you just DID THINGS. And it was great.
You'd swing on the swing because it was fun. You'd dig in the dirt because it was fun. You'd play with action figures or dolls because it was fun. You'd throw things because it was fun. You'd run fast because it was fun.
It was fun because you were young, and you were a kid, and your mind wasn't developed. It was fun because the world is designed for fun. Everything here is ostensibly awesome, and experiencing all of it is objectively cool. You understood that as a child. Adulthood robs us of that innocence, of that silliness, of that lack of caring about anything in the name of fun.
This is that. This is fun. This is "make ball big" fun. It doesn't need a point or a deeper meaning. It's just fun on its own. I will be sad if I never experience something this fun again.
You'd swing on the swing because it was fun. You'd dig in the dirt because it was fun. You'd play with action figures or dolls because it was fun. You'd throw things because it was fun. You'd run fast because it was fun.
It was fun because you were young, and you were a kid, and your mind wasn't developed. It was fun because the world is designed for fun. Everything here is ostensibly awesome, and experiencing all of it is objectively cool. You understood that as a child. Adulthood robs us of that innocence, of that silliness, of that lack of caring about anything in the name of fun.
This is that. This is fun. This is "make ball big" fun. It doesn't need a point or a deeper meaning. It's just fun on its own. I will be sad if I never experience something this fun again.