This is just a function of modern life. Your brain wasn’t built for sitting in a cubicle. It was built for hunting, gathering, and telling stories and singing songs around a fire. Childhood is just a lot closer to that natural state of things. Growing old didn’t kill your childlike sense of joy and wonder. Working a job did.
No, that’s been the same in all ages. Childhood is magical because you don’t carry the mental burden of your own survival. Cavemen adults didn’t think it was joyful or magical when food or water became unavailable and they had to decode between dying in the wild or in war against some other tribe, or staying and risk watching everyone they know ø die of starvation.
This is just a function of modern life. Your brain wasn’t built for sitting in a cubicle. It was built for hunting, gathering, and telling stories and singing songs around a fire. Childhood is just a lot closer to that natural state of things. Growing old didn’t kill your childlike sense of joy and wonder. Working a job did.
And also being surrounded by the millions of others suffering the same fate.
No, that’s been the same in all ages. Childhood is magical because you don’t carry the mental burden of your own survival. Cavemen adults didn’t think it was joyful or magical when food or water became unavailable and they had to decode between dying in the wild or in war against some other tribe, or staying and risk watching everyone they know ø die of starvation.