For as long I can remember, I have always thought that there was something more to life than what I was living at that moment. And I still do. I would say that I am a person that is open to possibility. In fact, I live in the realm of possibility.
Taking a trip down memory lane, I remember being 7 and wondering what was happening in that exact moment on the other side of the world in some one's life? What was that person experiencing? Was he or she happy? Was he or she wondering about me too?
I also imagined what the world was like when I wasn't looking. For a time I wondered if my dolls came to life at night when I slept. So I tested my wonderment. I used to place my dolls strategically in precarious positions and places before I went to bed, and then when I would awake in the morning, I would try and catch them in a different position or location. Sometimes I would pretend to sleep and try to catch them in the act. But to no avail. I never did catch them. My experiment was inconclusive.
The Easter bunny was also a point of contention for me (and still is). Not did he exist, but what strategies would I need to catch him in the act of his Easter morning activities? Every Easter at my grandparent's farm near Westbend, Saskatchewan, I would dart of out my bedroom and run to the kitchen window that overlooked the main road to try and see the Easter bunny leaving. I never did see the Easter bunny, but I think about that every Easter.
So, what does all this mean, a reasonable adult might wonder. Well, I would say that nothing has changed, and that we are all 7 at heart. We all want to believe that someone is thinking of us while we are thinking of them. We have a need to connect with other human beings, if not physically, then emotionally or intellectually. We all want to believe that those things we imagine can come to life, and we all get up every day ready to discover and be amazed.
I believe this to be true.
I believe in the possibility of the unknown and the yet-to-be-experienced. Yes, sometimes I lose faith. Sometimes I encounter buzz killers. These are the same people who took great joy in telling the other children that Santa didn't exist, and that the Easter bunny was a lie.
The truth is in order to discover new worlds and new ways we need dreamers, creators, thinkers and builders. Dreamers and the inventors together can literally breathe life into a vision, and make it real. We just have to learn to play nice.
We are all 7 after all.
Taking a trip down memory lane, I remember being 7 and wondering what was happening in that exact moment on the other side of the world in some one's life? What was that person experiencing? Was he or she happy? Was he or she wondering about me too?
I also imagined what the world was like when I wasn't looking. For a time I wondered if my dolls came to life at night when I slept. So I tested my wonderment. I used to place my dolls strategically in precarious positions and places before I went to bed, and then when I would awake in the morning, I would try and catch them in a different position or location. Sometimes I would pretend to sleep and try to catch them in the act. But to no avail. I never did catch them. My experiment was inconclusive.
The Easter bunny was also a point of contention for me (and still is). Not did he exist, but what strategies would I need to catch him in the act of his Easter morning activities? Every Easter at my grandparent's farm near Westbend, Saskatchewan, I would dart of out my bedroom and run to the kitchen window that overlooked the main road to try and see the Easter bunny leaving. I never did see the Easter bunny, but I think about that every Easter.
So, what does all this mean, a reasonable adult might wonder. Well, I would say that nothing has changed, and that we are all 7 at heart. We all want to believe that someone is thinking of us while we are thinking of them. We have a need to connect with other human beings, if not physically, then emotionally or intellectually. We all want to believe that those things we imagine can come to life, and we all get up every day ready to discover and be amazed.
I believe this to be true.
I believe in the possibility of the unknown and the yet-to-be-experienced. Yes, sometimes I lose faith. Sometimes I encounter buzz killers. These are the same people who took great joy in telling the other children that Santa didn't exist, and that the Easter bunny was a lie.
The truth is in order to discover new worlds and new ways we need dreamers, creators, thinkers and builders. Dreamers and the inventors together can literally breathe life into a vision, and make it real. We just have to learn to play nice.
We are all 7 after all.
2 comments:
I distinctly heard santa land on the roof of my grandma's house december 24th, 1969. i never did catch that damned rabbit though.
it would be great if people would play nice. even if they would just play...
we are all 7, I think we never stop being 7. that takes all the pressure off, don't you think?
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