Just thoughts I had that came out pretty well recently - and a poem below it that has some significance to what it says:
There was once a day that I was awed by everything in the world around me. Since those days, the moments grow fewer and fewer. I’ve forgotten just how wonderful the world is and how many things that can still excite me. Every so often, I find something that rekindles my love of ‘questioning’ and ‘observing.’ Why can I not stay in that state as I once did as a child? The pressures of society, relationships, jobs, and so many other things desensitize our ability to see the world for what it is…an ever-changing window of experiences - wonderful and new.
Hold on to those precious moments when you realize that they do not come as often as they once did for they are beautiful. The reason they are beautiful is because we get a glimpse of the beauty of our world again…if only for a fleeting period of time. Take the time to remember just how exciting the world was as an infant, a child, and a ‘‘growing mind.’’ It is still the same world that it was back then. We have only grown to view it with new prejudices, blindfolds, and a hint of pessimism.
Remember the days as a child when you could play in the comfort of your own backyard, and it was as much fun as going to an amusement park? Why were we able to enjoy the simplicity then, and when is the point that we lost that same ability for fun with very little stimulation? We seek extreme stimuli as we grow older to only try and capture a piece of what we could accomplish as a child with only our imaginations. We are still those children, and we can still use that same imagination.
I’ve forgotten just how much I love looking upwards and questioning the number of stars in the sky. I’ve forgotten just how much I love to ponder the deeper questions of our own existence. I’ve forgotten just how far my imagination can take me…and to what depths it can reach. I’ve forgotten what wondering how things will be for the first time is like, because I have done so many of them now.
I’ve forgotten how to love the world around me with that ‘infant eye,’ but I will not forget that I have the capacity to do it again. I want to be awed again, and all I have to do is open my eyes, my heart, and my mind - What’s stopping me?
“THE INFANT EYE”
I have spent arduous years to find
A means at which to free this mind;
Letting go of all the restraints
And hostility that that this world paints
For a love of all things combined.
To find a stillness and peace within the soul
And embrace the warmth, neglect the cold.
The filter we have is often muddled
When viewing the connection that is subtle
Between us gods of shimmering gold.
Imagine if you can to view the world anew
Through our central chakras of blue.
This is the way that we should try
To see the world through an infant eye.
Never knowing what’s false or true.