Life is amazing. It is exciting and wondrous. Think back to when you were a child and saw so many things for the first time. Were you like me trying to figure out how it all worked? How did a car actually move? There had to be a reason behind it all. Were you the child that saw the world through finger paint and crayons? Did you live in a cast world of fantasy with friends of every shape and size? Were there monsters in the closet and knights and princesses that saved the day?
What happened to you? Why is life so boring? Who spoke death into you? Who told you that there isn’t an answer for everything so stop looking? Who made you put your finger paints away? Who told you to grow up and stop talking to imaginary friends? Who told you monsters aren’t real so the knights and princesses had to disappear to? Who stole your love for life?
I think we tend to reflect a dead life because that is what is expected of us. Those who burn brightest burn out first. That is what we are told so we will not shine. What if it isn’t true. What if the ones that burn brightest also burn the longest? What if there are monsters and the knights and princesses battle them? What if imaginary friends are real? What if the world is suppose to be captured in finger paint? What if there really is an answer for everything? What if we can actually live?
How can we accomplish life?