When we were children, the world was a magical place, and with our youthful minds and active imaginations, we made it even more so. Let’s pretend the trees behind the house are a deep dark forest, we said, and we have to make our way through, watching out for the forces of evil. Let’s make believe that we are the captain and first mate of this wooden box ship, and pirates are attacking. Or, that a tidal wave is coming and we must run as fast as we can and take refuge in the first tall tree we see. The world was full of wonder and there was excitement and adventure all around.
That was when we were children, brimming over with the magic of life. Then we grew up. We learned routine and toeing the line and trying to measure up to what our parents and teachers and the culture expected. As adults, we are bombarded with negativity and cynicism, and when we occasionally manage to tiptoe into originality and creativity, more often than not, we are shot down. Our worlds, that had been so full of excitement, are diminished. We can’t see the sparkle any more.
Here is the good news: we are still the same people we were, deep in our hearts and souls, the same children; and that same world of wonder is out there still, waiting for us to reclaim it.
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