For quite some time now, I've been trying to regain that mental state that I possessed as a child. The state I'm talking about is difficult to describe, but some of the primary aspects are as follows:
1) Wide field-of-view. As I have aged, without even noticing, my view of the world has become like a tunnel. When I go to the store, I see the road and my speedometer but little else. A wide field of view means that when driving down that same road, I see an entire scene instead with tree rows extending into the corners of my eyes. The entire scene is observed without even moving the eyes.
2) Sense of imminence. In adulthood, there's little to provide a sense of imminence--that feeling of something coming next at any given moment. For the entire duration of childhood, there was adulthood to provide imminence to any given moment of childhood. In adulthood, there isn't anything ahead except for the goals one makes.
3) Evaporation of introversion and inspection, aka "Pure Emotion". As a child, I could look at the clouds and just feel things...non-specific things. It was just that the clouds invoked feeling in and of themselves within me. There were no words or thoughts involved. It was pure emotion. In adulthood, I've been consigned to feeling very little emotion beyond the basic lot such as when something is funny or sad. Feeling warm and happy from moment to moment is mostly just make believe. Most of the time I feel nothing at all--not in a negative context or anything. It's just blank.
So, why the post then?
I felt that feeling on Sunday for a few minutes. From time to time I've had whiffs of it that last for a few seconds. Latching onto the moment had always been futile, but that never stopped me from trying. However, on Sunday, I was driving to the video store to return a movie (Taken) for my mom since I was doing the same for one of mine.
With the bright sunshine and empty roads, I sort of "fell" into that mindset by accident. When it happened, there was no mistaking what it was. Instead of returning directly, I took the long way home by going out the east side of town and around the city on the highway. The whole way, I retained the feeling.
It was all very odd to experience. It wasn't as good as I'd thought it was. Every moment took an eternity, and there was such an emptiness. It was a special kind of torture, really. It took a few hours for the feeling to wear off entirely, and when it had I knew that I've been yearning for the wrong thing all this time. Perhaps it was just a sour experience because the other aspects of childhood have long since vanished. There was no school the day after, no current events to that kind of life. It was just empty.
Curious, that feeling.