Yesterday, I was feeling nostalgic. Not necessarily about my past, but about the way we look at things when we are younger…There is a certain magic and naiveté we lose as we get older. It seems to be almost a biological thing as opposed to a life experience thing. One day I woke-up and “kaput”, my eyes looked at things though a stronger cynical lens.
I believe one of the most important things as we get older is not all the things we generally focus on, but the ability to keep some level of magic in our existence, something that keeps the child inside us alive.
What do you do to keep your inner child alive or what brings you the feeling of amazement that only a child can feel?