Grown Ups

Men. Women. Adults, they say. Travel to work each morning, hiding the small child inside of them. In reality, most are but mere adolescents or elementary students. Not in thought. Not in intelligence. Not really in actions, although some. But in heart.
The group of 3rd graders running through the hall to see who can get to the lunch line the fastest. However, a teacher standing in her doorway brings them to a brisk walk, sometimes halts them to a walk slower than the average. These people, not changed when they step into a vehicle. All trying to proceed to the next greatest challenge at work to make the most cheese. Speeding thoroughly on the highway to make it on time. To get there early. Yet, the 3rd grade teacher, now dressed in white and blue stationed in a police car snuggled into the median of the highway brings the whole hallway of trucks and cars to a steady trail of law-abiding citizens.
The student, workers, drag into their classrooms called conference rooms. Sluggishly, wishing the weekend was twice as long. They listen intently to their teachers called bosses, trying to grasp every work and annotate everything properly, so that they can pass the test where they're given a leadership role, or have their reviews. Daily, weekly, monthly, each student worker hopes to please the person above them, so they can get good grades called paychecks.
At the end of the day, at the end of the week, they return home to their place of safety. Where they can sit with the people they love most and find joy and comfort.
Yes, these students have many faces for each class they attend, each friend they talk to, each new challenge they face.
Embrace the child in your heart. Listen to your conscience, not questioning it. Let the innocence of your childhood remind you of morals that once used to abide. Realize that there are many things that have changed, yet, much has remained.