G B Shaw was precisely, poignantly right when he said ‘we do not stop playing because we grow old; we grow old because we stop playing’. To play, to indulge in the simple pleasures of life whilst shrugging off adult sensibilities and inhibitions, is glorious.If you want to see Shaw’s philosophising perfectly illustrated, then have a multi-generation water fight. I took part in one today, and it was very special. Everybody, from the age of 4 to 69, was laughing and screaming, and lost in the moment. Perhaps it was the cornflower blue sky and unseasonably hot weather that did it, but everybody was having a ball, and relishing it. The water pistols helped.
We live in an age of hermetically sealed technology with motionless, screen-fed entertainment, and racing around today it was joyous to give all of that stuff a massive slap. I had forgotten all of the simple joys- the mad dash to refill whilst getting drenched by adversaries, the ecstatic mischief when spraying one with their back turned, and most of all the superb abandon of getting wet, and playing with water. I hope that I never, ever stop playing x
© Tom Tide 2016