Passion

I am of the opinion that oftentimes, the children have it right, and the adults are the one who have things messed up.

When we are children, we notice the details.  A two year old can stare at ants on a blade of grass for what seems like hours, completely mezmerized, learning.  Adults do not even notice the blade of grass.

Children make deep connections to their possessions.  They have prized toys, dolls, books, movies.  They LOVE with everything they have.  And there are adults who have that depth of feeling about things, but generally, if the TV dies or the computer breaks or whatnot--we simply buy another.  We don't grieve the loss...it is just a bump in the road.

Children get enthusiastic about everything.  And when they are sad, they are sad to the core of their being.  They haven't learned to control or deny their emotions.  They are genuine.  Offer them an ice cream and there are times when that will be accompanied by jumping up and down and peals of laughter.  Man, I take the ice cream and then count the calories in my head--with a mix of self-loathing and placation.

I want that innocense.  I want that passion.  I want that purity of heart.  I want to be that connected both to my spiritual nature and my feelings.

Where does passion go?  How does it fade?  When do we lose that sense of wonder and magic and mystery?  Where all the universe is a museum and we have nothing but endless days to explore and learn?  Certainly as adults we still have so much to learn--but it seems we'd rather check out in front of yet another episode of Law and Order.

And yes, I understand the need to be practical.  One must balance the checkbook and keep the electricity on and blah blah blah blah...but I think we forget sometimes that there is an entire planet just outside our door begging to be explored.

I never want to lose those goosebumps--you know the ones you get when you find something completely new to you?  I never want to forget that there is magic and mystery just outside the door...that there is an entire hum and throb to the universe that we must shut out all distraction to discover--and when we do--we are amazed at its existence.
 
We live in a wonderous and wild place--and lest we forget--we must not let our passion fade.  We must keep the eyes and hearts of children--and look at life anew each and every day of our lives.