A Journey Of A Thousand Miles Starts With A Single Step

I remember the days when I was a child, not more than six. Everything in my senses were perfect. A perfect vision, full of colour, joy. Life. Perfect sounds, laughter, nature. Perfect smells, of flowers and the big world outside. Perfect tastes, the special treat of having something sweet melt on your tongue. Perfect touch, where your parents would comfort you and you'd feel secure. And of course, a perfect mind. This was most important, the imagination, the innocence of being a child. I remember feeling...somehow never bored. I guess I can learn from that even today. To try to feel that same way I used to as a child. I do find it difficult. The imagination, to be able to sit in a box with a friend or by myself for hours, needing nothing but that box, and my imagination flows naturally. It feels like getting older creates limitations, our minds start to develop bad feelings and thoughts, negative thoughts, prejudice, envy, fragmentation, libido, hate, anger, but real anger, and true depression. We start to fear, we realise the reality of the world, that there are bad people, much worse than the 'bad guys' in cartoons we'd watch, evil people with no 'heroes' to save us from them. So we start living our lives in a way to avoid pain. Everywhere we go we try to avoid feeling pain, any kind of pain, emotional, physical, mental. And of course, this sets more limitations into our lives. Then there is a very, microscopic small percentage of people who don't live their life through avoiding pain, but through spreading love. They see through the eyes of love. This creates something beautiful. To see through love alone is how I want to live my life.