The Chair-boy

With the advent of my new and temporary idle state, things have been a little bit different. lately, i have taken notice of the unstoppable train of thought that run endless tracks in my head for the entirety of my awake period, but on few and seldom occasions the train hits the slow pedal while i focus more on what was happening.
One of these few occasions was recently when i watched the hard work of a boy. The said boy is about the age of 5 or 6. I watched as he stacked white plastic chairs with the sole purpose of sitting on them and claiming instant although temporary rulership of the world. I smiled as i watched him struggled to get to the top of the stacked chairs, i smiled as he puzzled on why the stack of chairs of different sizes and shapes was not stable enough for him to get to the top of it. After another round of tries, he goes for the solution, i was impressed when i saw him drag a single chair and used it as a step to getting to the top.
Finally, he was on top of the world, he was the ruler of the specky little world and all that is in it. i was genuinely happy for him, he wanted it and he attained it, but somewhere between what he had imagined and what he was experiencing, something went terribly wrong. it was evident by the disappearance of his broad smile, and before i knew what was going on he was once again clamouring to get more chairs in the stack.
This time it was obvious that the task has become not only more difficult but also more dangerous. After another round of struggle, he succeeded in getting the stack to his preferred height, which was almost twice his own height (well, without exaggeration, a little bit taller than him). This time around his joy and satisfaction was very palpable. Before i could swoop in to stop him from climbing, his two elder sisters moved in, seeing nothing but a ridiculous activity, they proceeded to dismantle the chairs.
I watched as he threw a tantrum as he watched all his hardwork go down the drain.