As I look up to the sky, and watch the clouds roll by, I'm reminded of my inner child, the one that learnt to smile.
The one that learnt to open his eyes, to see for miles and miles, the one that never questioned it, the joy that flowed inside.
But yet, as we get older, we seem to lose our way, the way in which we see this world, the way we learnt to play.
We forget that we are here and now, instead we fret and freak, not knowing what it is we do, and seeing just the bleak.
If only we looked up right now, to see what we could find, to open up our playful hearts, to something floating by.
Maybe then we'd find our smile, maybe then we'd see the light, the light that was above the clouds, the light that always shines.
Can you hear him calling? He wants to say hello. He will not disappear, no matter where you go.
So answer him and listen close, he knows, he knows, he knows.
I've definitely hit a threshold in life. A threshold that will no longer allow me to continue suffering. A threshold that starts to break down all the gunk that has built up over the first few decades of my life.
Even something so simple as sitting down to write and be creative can be so freeing for me. We don't need a reason to smile, to be curious, to be playful, to be creative, to be awe-inspired by what's around us.
When's the last time you indulged your playful heart? I'd love to hear your thoughts. And feel free to share this post with someone who might need to hear this.