“Once I drew like Raphael, but it has taken me a lifetime to draw like a child” – Pablo Picasso
I read this quote on a day where I was reading a poem that I wrote some while ago, and the two compelled me to write this post.
We call ourselves children of this planet, but hardly act with the graces of youth; as wrinkles form on our skin, they begin to mesh into fences, informing us that it is now our job to cage our creativity. Our society has the tendency to ostracize those who chase their dreams. If you’re at the age of maturation and don’t have a solid job or are extraordinarily good at something unique, you will often have judgment cast upon you.
However, many of those who cast this first stone don’t necessarily have a grasp of happiness. What they actually try to grasp is what we are told we are supposed to have, rather than letting their inner child speak it for them. For when you peer through the lenses of a glossy eyed child, every object becomes an endless possibility. In autumn, a pile of leaves will becomes heap of hope, for when combined with the wind, they will dance with space itself – spinning around and leaving streaks of spectral colors – as child and nature will call themselves brothers.
Life is but a Dream
Every moment in life is met by excitement and anticipation by a child, because they do not know any better. They experience the world for the first time, and seize the thrill of every experience, even if doesn’t necessarily turn out with a happy ending. It is this spirit that many people lose over years of life; they become unable to see the world as if they are experiencing it anew.
“[I’m most surprised by] man. Because he sacrifices his health in order to make money. Then he sacrifices money to recuperate his health. And he is so anxious about the future that he does not enjoy the present. The result being that he does not live in the present or the future. He lives as if he’s never going to die. And dies never having really lived.” – Dalai Lama.
Let us undo the day when we had to incarcerate our innocence. Let us show good will towards men year-round, and take a page from the book of childhood that the only war that needs waging is world war wonder; not only to think outside of the box, but the color outside the lines…
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