The Child Is Always Present

Life sure brings along some surprises, doesn't it?

As a child, my view of the world was creative, imaginative and colorful. I enjoyed daydreaming and living in a fantasy world as many other children. I played with dolls and legos as if they were real beings. I was fascinated with leaves as if they were the greatest art pieces that ever existed (Um, because they ARE).
I saw the future as a dream or a sci fi fantasy movie, or even BETTER than that. My senses were more heightened than they are today. I was more in my 'animal' self, my primal self. And I told stories like the greatest ancient storytellers. All kids tell great stories. When I was a child, my imagination knew no bounds of 'reality'. 

But with all its imagination - my mind was also as one dimensional as it gets: things were black and white, people were good and evil, and everybody around me was a pawn in MY game. All children think sort of narcissistically, and I was no different. I actually remember the day that it hit me that other people have thoughts in my head like I do. It was a revelation! The child's mind is pretty self obsessed if I'd judge it from mature eyes. The child's mind is, well, childish. 

And maturity... sigh... maturity is one of those surprises that happen in life. Time goes by, things happen, we go through experiences... and slowly but surely - we grow. We mature. We stop the little irrelevant feuds, we think before we speak, we spend our time the way we truly want to. We start looking for all the shades of grey and nuances and complexities. We don't think in binary terms as much. Our thinking is more mixed, more complex, more holistic than that.

If we are lucky, our creativity remains childlike, and our behavior, our understanding, our view of life - matures. It grows. It sees things more broadly, more clearly, more... of everything. 

As children, we see everything as rainbows.
​As we grow older - we start to see that there are rainbows, in everything.