It sends a shudder through me to think that I am becoming steeped in the cynicism of the world. Time to open my eyes again.
They started to develop cataracts of monotony at around the same time that I thought I was getting to being mature. Where's my sense of wonderment?
I'm now glad of my work with children in the sphere that allowed them to spin free of an orbit and dance around the universe of possibility and pleasure. I need to remember the look in their eyes when they learned something new. And most things were new. Where's the novelty in my life? When I can 'figure' and 'guess' every word that everyone's going to speak, when nothing surprises me, I become bland.
An oracle must have had an incredibly jaded point of view.
Its nice to see someone else growing the same buds of wisdom at the same time as you.
ReplyDeleteBecoming wiser is a chronic process - sustained and continuous.
But every now and then you become aware of the numerous weeds of cynicism in you garden.
And so begins yet another burst of weeding out cycle.
You review your life of the past few months, go over the events and flag the times when you didn't act as free as you could have been.
During the flagging process, you need a reference to compare against, someone you always wanted to be, someone you already have almost become.
Like always, memory is a bitch, so to jog its rusty cogs, you bring yourself amongst kids and remember better how you were one too.
Feathers grow back and you soar.
Kids are always the key to going back to being one.
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