To answer that one, we need to define what is an adult and what is a children. Not so obvious if you agree that you can still act like a child and be 40. If your a prisonner of emotionals patterns that took place in your childhood and you just don't realise it, well, doesn't matter how old you are, you're still a child. A child is often impulsive and what makes him happy won't necessarily stands on solid ground. I think a real adult is someone who understands that what makes him happy comes and goes, so his conception of happiness is related to the unknown, just when you are a kid and everything is new... It's a matter of perception, even if for real, everything is always new.... The happier at last will always be the adult who is (isn't) like a child... And the child will always be the father of the adult...

I've been cursed, pardon, tagged by http://artist-entrepreneur.zaadz.com/blog

aka Leonardo de Luca...



THE RULES:



1. Link to the person's blog who tagged you.


2. Post these rules on your blog.


3. List seven random and/or weird facts about yourself.


4. Tag seven random [?] people at the end of your post and include links to their blogs.


5. Let each person know that they have been tagged by posting a comment on their blog.




The seven weird/random things about me:



1-This happened when I was 4, 5 or 6 (?): I am rowing on a small lake in a small boat. At the end of the lake, the current of a small river leads me to a bigger lake. I start to row again, moving away from the coast, where a tall rocky island slowly appears. I don't have memories of climbing any rock face, but I'll always remember the extraordinary feeling of being on the top of the island, lying in the grass with my head in the sun, knowing for sure that everything is ok, forever!



2- The small lake realy exists. I kept looking for years for the small river that led me once to this island... But at the age of 12, I had to admit to myself that this story probably took place in a dream! Nobody knew the lake and the island I was talking about. But 4 years ago, just above where that island should have been (if you consider where the river started in my dream...), stood in the sky a strange cloud with the shape of a heart (the picture I joined with the blog). Believe me, you don't see twice a cloud like this in your life...



3- I eat wild mushroom. I know it's not that weird, but when you consider all the people I know who didn't want to take that "risk"... By the way, I don't go pick them randomly, I really know them, personnaly, by their little names...



4- Once I read in the newspaper that the french army at the time of Napoleon was the first to use chemical weapons in Haïti against the slaves. While I was readind this, there was standing at 15 feet of me a guy who was mumbling to himself. But when he looked at me, it was like he tuned his mind to what I was reading and he started to repeat and explain what was in the article for about 15 seconds... 



5- I don't tell this quite often but if Zaadz is not a place to tell this, where is the right place?