A kid playing with the sands

On the lands of the andamans, sitting on a remote beach.
A kid playing with the sand caught my attention.

He is tyring to build a sand sculpture,
but the waves washes it down.
He builds again, this time much faster,
so he can finish before the waves.

Finally he finished.
When the waves hit and washed it down.
He jumped, he laughed and he clapped.
He was delighted he built it, even though it was going to crash.

He was living in the moment,
without worrying about anything else around.

I want to have that peace.
I want to feel alive.
Even if the world crashes my dreams,
I want to jump in happiness because I tried.
I want to be that kid again.
I just want to be that kid again.