Do you remember when you were between the ages of 13-18?
If you can, can you recall the joy of finding something new (music, an idea, a religion, etc.) and completely becoming obsessed with it?

Maybe obsessed is too heavy of a word.

When I was younger, the joy of finding new things that interested me was uncontrolable.
I would learn all I possibly could about the subject, and I would make it a part of my every day life.
Seems I've lost a lot of that joy.

Maybe it's because of maturity.
As we mature, it seems harder to laugh at things that we used to laugh at.
It seems harder to dive into a sea of the unexpected.

This may be due to us losing our inner-child.

Everything seemed much more magical back then.
If we want to remain happy, we need to keep the inner-child alive.