Nothing touches the heart like the dream of a little child. So innocent and pure, untouched by this worlds cynicism. With not a single drop of pessimism in their blood, it is like a drop of water in the middle of a raging desert; so refreshing.
Once, I was a child myself and I had big dreams. My young mind believed that all I needed to achieve it all, was set my mind to it. Now that am older, I see the barriers, the obstacles I have to conquer and the pessimist in me labels it ‘too hard’. However, come to think of it, if I had the same attitude I did when I was five, I would gladly tackle the challenges with a smile on my face and a sense of pride in my heart.
Isn’t it just beautiful how much a child could teach?