Sometimes, we question the purpose of life. Our existence becomes a burden to be carried, rather than a gift to be enjoyed. It becomes a weary, repetitive schedule, a rut we all fall in and yearn to escape. It becomes unbearable, freedom becomes all promising.
In those moments, the sight of a child's eyes, the light in them, full of unlimited wonder and untold mischief is a true savior. The eyes, they convey more than my words can ever hope to say, the shine brighter than a thousand burning suns, and speak louder than our conscience itself.
Those eyes that speak such are capable of miracles no man has wrought - they can revive flagging strength and embolden a trampled will. They can find the good in the evilest of hearts, they can find the light, they can be the light, when all is dark.
A child in itself is a miracle - its love given form, a symbol of a union of souls, the bright spark that rises when two flames mingle, a bundle of wonder and joy unrivaled. A child, after all, is the greatest act of creation that can ever be performed, and the fact that it can never be performed alone speaks for how truly wondrous it is.
I was lucky today, to find three kids in the metro, running and playing around without a single care in the world. Here I am, attempting to share some of the spectacle that I enjoyed today.
Some may call it a little joy. I'd consider a reminder instead.
A reminder of what our lives are for, from birth unto our last breath -
A pursuit of happiness.
In those moments, the sight of a child's eyes, the light in them, full of unlimited wonder and untold mischief is a true savior. The eyes, they convey more than my words can ever hope to say, the shine brighter than a thousand burning suns, and speak louder than our conscience itself.
Those eyes that speak such are capable of miracles no man has wrought - they can revive flagging strength and embolden a trampled will. They can find the good in the evilest of hearts, they can find the light, they can be the light, when all is dark.
A child in itself is a miracle - its love given form, a symbol of a union of souls, the bright spark that rises when two flames mingle, a bundle of wonder and joy unrivaled. A child, after all, is the greatest act of creation that can ever be performed, and the fact that it can never be performed alone speaks for how truly wondrous it is.
I was lucky today, to find three kids in the metro, running and playing around without a single care in the world. Here I am, attempting to share some of the spectacle that I enjoyed today.
Some may call it a little joy. I'd consider a reminder instead.
A reminder of what our lives are for, from birth unto our last breath -
A pursuit of happiness.
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