indestructible us

When we were kids we were indestructible.
I often wonder how we survived our own stupidity.
Not everyone one of us survived everything.
Looking back with hindsight I see that now.
But we took mountains in our stride, no holes were too dark or too deep to explore.
Night time was a mystery.
Life was infinite.
Very little mattered, except ‘moments’.
We were fortunate to have quite a few.

(The drawing started out as a rough concept last week.
It was a fun little thing to do on the train.
It literally took days to finish for some strange reason.
Perhaps because life is now measured with clocks?)