Williams mentioned the theme of loss of innocence [concerning Araby], which I haven't pondered in a long time. Pondered. Loss of innocence makes me depressed. Knowing that there are things in life that are despicable and that aren't fair and there's nothing we can do about it. I want to be a child again, without a care in the world. I want to know that the world is my oyster, that I can do anything I want to do, and that the world is exactly like I am. I want to know that everything always turns out alright ... but the fact is that I don't. I suppose, deep down inside, I'm still a little naive. I want the happy ending, but I know its hardly ever that. In reality, there's never an end until you're dead.
I think it goes something like this: how amazing the human mind is, to know something to be impossible and yet still pursue it.