The Three of Swords has always been my favourite Tarot Card.

It's translated to mean the establishment of something better, after sorrow and extreme pain.

But the card in itself is just lovely to look at.

"...it's only going to take three swords to kill us..."

Now that I have the internet again, I can happily sit on my floor with my laptop resting on my feet while I hunch over and type word after word after word on here. I missed my blog more than I missed checking my e-mail or denying friend requests on Myspace. I had to resort to writing the old fashioned way; a pen and a paper hidden in my room, away from wandering and wondering eyes. Much of what I spent time writing while I didn't have the internet will never be read, though I'm kind of happy about that. There is much more going on in my mind than people realize, and if anyone were to stumble on what I've actually written down they would not like what they saw. It's not all bad though, it's just very raw. Maybe someday I'll go out on a limb and let someone read a little of it.

But let's be real here, I'll probably eat the pages before I let someone else read them.

   So I went to a park today, and when I wasn't hanging upside down on absolutely everything I possibly could I was watching a little blonde girl go about her business at the park. Aside from being young and full of energy, she was also watching me. I'm not sure what she noticed about me; perhaps she was thinking why is this older girl hanging upside down and climbing all over everything like I am? Watching her though, I noticed the simplicity of a child's mind. I've seen this simplicity in my own little sister's way of thinking and every time I see it, I get a little angry. Children hardly ever see the hostility in the world around them; they don't look for cars because they assume the cars will look for them. They don't think they are just as likely to kidnapped as any of their friends because that would never happen to them. All they want to do is play, and laugh, and have fun. Their fun is pure and not plagued by worries of getting hurt, or sunburned, or anything else. It's perfectly attainable to them. It makes perfect sense to them. Why should they do homework or clean their room when the sun is shining and the kid next door is yelling for them to come outside and join the fun?

It's sad that this simplicity is lost overtime. It's sad that we go from being playful and lighthearted to goal-oriented, money making, machines in a society that has no interest in the weather unless it's going to interfere with their afternoon commute.

Luckily enough, I have my eight year old sister to keep me on my toes. She reminds me that it doesn't hurt to go outside and cover the sidewalks with chalk or fall off of a scooter or dirty my white t-shirt with mud and otter pops. She finds dancing around my room just as rewarding as I find my education. She's still living unaffected by recessions and elections and newspaper headlines. It's a depressing and beautiful all at the same time; beautiful because she's still so innocent and playful but depressing because it's something most of us will never be ever again.