Be Like Billy

Billy is an imaginary character. He or she never worries or fears, he's just free to be Billy. He runs in the fields with reckless abandon because he's free too. Yesterday is gone, and tomorrow isn't even being thought about, because it's today, it's right now. He or she doesn't worry, because there's actually nothing to worry about. He doesn't have to go to wrk or school he goes to his calling, his calling to be like a little boy or girl, to be as free as a child is, with no worries. His name is Billy and he knows that. He doesn't worries about who he is, because he's Billy, His dad named him that. He doesn't busy himself with the worries of this world, there's to much fun stuff to do. School and work is actually fun because he enjoys it, he actually makes it fun. There's no such thing as drudgery, unless someone tries to take is joy away, and tell him things like, "Go to your room." "You can't do that." "Stop I'm telling you." "Grow up." Billy doesn't like the idea of growing up, grown ups worry too much. Billy has no agendas. Maybe for a while he'll just lay on the grass and for hours watch the clouds, and maybe pray a little. He likes talking to God, because God is his friend. And when worries even try to come, he just talks to God about them, and they just fly away. Just like that. Oh, and when the stars come out at might, that's when Billy really starts to be amazed. The clouds are coll, and wispy and stuff, but the stars, oh my, those bright, brilliant stars. Look at all of them. They go on forever. And then, every great once in a while, one just shoots across the sky! Billy loves looking at the hand work of God, but he'd never say it like that. He'd say, "Isn't that cool!" As he watches the bee hover over head (He's never been stung by one, so why should he worry) he's amazed that it can just float there. Then when he's at his friends house, the house of wimpy, he stands between the humming bird feeders and stays real still, then they come. He can hear the beating of their wings as they just hover. For a while they just sit there, right in mid air, and just look at you. Is Billy OK, will he hurt us...no, he's just a kid. Then they go for the feeders, licking up the sugary confection. For minutes Billy just sits there and listens and watches, captivated by birds that seem to not have wigs, but rotors like a helicopter, or propellers on a plane you can just see the blur of. His friend Tommy's house is truly a house of wimpy. Tommy has the run of his house and he literally gets to do what he wants, all day long, with no one to tell him what to do. He paints for hours, because he loves too. He plays his drums because he loves playing like all of his favorite great jazz players of old. Then he's just take a bath, right in the middle of the day, just sit in the bubbles and think, sometimes about nothing, just sit there, cause' that's what he wants to do. Billy would never do that, but he thinks it's cool Tommy does, because that's what Tommy wants to do. He'll be out of the tub soon, so then he and Billy can do stuff together. Tommy likes to bake, a and Billy loves to eat, so their a really good match. They spend hours together...and when they get hungry, Tommy will make the most amazing dish Billy has ever tasted. Then they just play again. We need to be like Billy, or Tommy, or Sally...we need to rest a lot more, and when we work, we need to have joy with it. We need that peace of a child on a warms summer day. A place at the fire just watching the flames lap up the kindelin. Sit in a bubbly bath, and sip that frothy confection. These kind of people just wander about the hose singing a sweet song while they do some needed things, but we won't call them chores, because that's no fun. Why don't we trust more, like Billy. Maybe we grew up too much.