too much... is a good thing

more persons, on the whole, are humbugged by believing nothing, than by believing too much

-p.t. barnum

and isn't it true? we get caught up in who we are too often... or maybe, it is better to say that we get caught up in who we are supposed to be too often. afraid to be naive. afraid to not be what others expectations require. and so we wake in the morning and bathe ourselves in apathy-the indifference of adulthood that gives us the facade we need to protect ourselves from the humbugged world.

sometimes too much is a good thing. too much joy. too much innocence. too much child-like wonder. too much lollipop on the one sunday of the year when the circus came to town. today we reveled in the too much. we caught it on our way downtown and it followed us all the way to section 32, row L, seats 1, 2 and 3...and for three hours three people ages 3 to 34 believed equally, wondered communally, laughed heartily and loved enormously. we grabbed too much by the tail with our trunk and successfully created a memory that we have now promised with our pinkies that we will each year enjoy together.

p.t. barnum wasn't wrong. and today we treasured the greatest show on earth and were humbugged by nothing.

jg.