Am I being an escapist?

When I began this blog, I probably did it because I wanted to be a child again, 6 years, 10 years, 14 years old. Because I once again wanted to think that a 10 paise candy is better than money, because you can eat candy and not worry about food poisoning and diabetes. Because I wanted to go to a roadside stall in Shahabad and still believe it is a 5 star restaurant. I want to go outside without a suit, in chappals without worrying how I looked. I wanted to go back to the days when music came out of the vocal chords of people and not out of MP3 players.

I remember when I was innocent, and I thought that everyone was happy because I was. I wanted to distance myself from the complexities of life, and once again become excited over the small things. I wanted to ride my bike which my father couldn’t afford to buy for me all the way to the park, without worrying that I will get breathless or run over.

I wanted to live simple again, I didn't want my days to be full of fears and tensions, and how to survive a few more days during the month when there is no money left in my bank. I want to believe in the power of laughter, of a hug, a handshake, of a kind word, of truth, justice or peace. I wanted once again to believe in the human race. Do any of you feel that way? Is that an escapist attitude?