As children, we are told magnificent fairytales about adventurous characters searching for a story to tell. Looking for the unexplored. They are supposed to be our role models, but as we grow, we stop wanting to be like the great explorers in fables.
We forget about the times we spend in trees, at the riverside, in the forest, imitating those travellers, pretending to live their lives.
Childhood was about playing through life, but as adolescence welcomes us, we leave the playful soul behind. Some of us might realise but will soon again forget as adulthood pulls us back from our momentary escape. Some of us might never think like our young brains again.
Why? Why do we spend life pursuing wealth but neglecting our passionate and adventurous hearts?
Outside my window, there is a mountain. Grounded in the earth, majestically reaching towards the sky. A mountain representing freedom. Power. Achievement. It doesn’t boast. It doesn’t force all attention towards it. It doesn’t scream about its successfulness. It merely stands, letting passersby notice its wisdom, strength, adventurous spirit. This mountain is selfless.
It allows us, people always on the lookout for more success, more recognition, more prosperity, to mirror our actions and reflections in its mere existence. It is enough in itself. It has already, from the beginning, achieved its purpose in life; being. Just being.
Humans can, obviously, not rely solely on being present in life, in society. We must make a living. But as children, we have an incredible talent for being reflective of our surroundings and of what we want. We are explicit. We are aware. We are living life playfully, soaking in everything we are gifted. We believe in ourselves and our wishes, we believe in passion.
This mountain reminds me a bit of a child. Wise in its own fascinating way. Grounded in its character. Creative and alive, just because it is. Now, we humans can admire it from afar, climb to its top, breathe in the flora, feel its breath. But perhaps we can also let ourselves be inspired. At least only for a moment.
Sometimes I think we should all look out the window at our symbol of enthusiasm and pursuit. Maybe we can make a place in our existence for momentarily childish eagerness in order to stay in touch with our fairytales and adventurous rolemodel, with our inner self.
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