I don't know about you guys but I don't think I'll ever manage to watch this MV again.
It's not that I think it's bad, it was actually too good and now all I can do it run away from it because it really got me thinking and I ended up crying a bit...

The message is pretty clear:  We ( both men and women)  don't appreciate what we have at the moment, until it's gone.
 

I was touched the most by the scenes when he was a kid just playing with his toys. I think I'm pretty aware of the fact that I miss those times also but my mind just pushes then in a dark corner of my consciousness and I feel like I practically don't want to remember those times because it hurts too much.

Since I had way less toys than kids have nowadays I made use of everything in the house for my scenarios. Give me a chair and it would instantly turn into a castle. But after watching this I looked at the toys I have on my desk:  Alex ( from Madagascar), Koda ( from Brother Bear), 2 small bear toys and a turtle. I put them in line and tried to think of a story with them. Guess what?

Nothing came in my mind......

Well it did but it wasn't that great.

So, my imagination is not what it used to be. That or I just can't have a great perspective on something I'm not interested in anymore.

And it hurts.



Not only these rare moments when the excruciating painful reality hits me ( or better said I allow it to hit me in a moment of weakness) but also everyday when my 12 years old brother practically begs me to play with him and I can't.