He was born, breathed, screamed, laughed, and then cried again. He ate, drank. He played and frolicked. Sometimes he fell, then got back up. Ran through meadows. Climbed trees. Discovered rocky cliffs. He was loved. Fell in love. Then heartbroken. Inspired. Amused. Sometimes he was quiet, other times he made a racket. Wandered the world far and wide. One day he was full of mischief, and the next day he was like an angel. Swam. Jumped. Danced. Saw the unseen. Laughed. Sometimes slept during the day, and ran wild at night. Sometimes overslept. Then the other way around. Once or twice or who knows how many times he sat motionless. Sometimes alone, other times in company. Took walks. Sometimes bored. Other times, entertained. And the life went on till today.