Fallen Mighty

It is inevitable, perhaps that the world becomes much more complex when you are an adult. You see things in 3D, and attribute a value judgments,or maybe a context filter to see things through.
This week, I'm revisiting a part of my past. This past is one of my favorite ones, as it shaped me more than any other epoch, let's say.
The interesting part is, upon revisiting this past, I'm noticing a whole new dimension that I was not privy to in
Y youth. An appropriate allegory would be looking at a ball.
Stay with me for a sec. When you are young, the ball is just a plaything. You want to play, it is there, and that's all you notice. And you form great memories about this object of your affection.
Now, as a grownup, you see things beyond the ball. You notice, for example, that your parents sacrificed something to buy it for you. Maybe it was a bag your mother gave up, so that you could have your ball. The ball is made in Honduras and possibly stitched together in a sweatshop by starving children. It cost X amount, but now costs one third because of Chinese competition. You were allowed to play with it, but the neighbor kid stood and watched because he wasn't allowed to enter the playground because of his allergy to grass.
See what I mean? This visit has been a critical one, because of these added dimensions that I'm just finding out. People are not just people who populated my memories with shared activities, conversations and philosophies. These are living breathing people with desires, crushed hopes, salient perversions, numerous personal and professional sacrifices.
So, on one hand I'm adjusting my memories, perceptions and expectations. On the other, I'm just marveling at the fact that people are human, and there is so much I need to learn before I can make up my mind about them.
It has been a fruitful visit to NY. And I'm happy to report that the wide eyed naive Bangladeshi finally has the 3D glasses on, and is immensely enjoying the movie called Life.