Up and down is the question. There is no answer.

The pendulous nature of a swing is something that has always made me smile. As though it were a metaphor for life, the swing goes through the various peaks and valleys, yet always leaving the rider with a smile. The bittersweet innocence associated with this playground contraption makes my own inner-child come out (if even for the shortest amount of time). And, so, the cynic inside of me and the inner child share a moment. They probably laugh at what they other is or has become. They probably wish each other well in a half-hearted sort of way. However, I eventually must get off (for there is a line of actual children behind me). I am crestfallen for the shortest of moments, but I smile at the children. For the cynic in me knows that they have much more precious wisdom in them than I will ever know.