They say that the world that you see on the outside is the projection of your own world from inside.
And there are children.
That adds a totally new dimension: they don’t know sayings, don’t have a clue about what people think about the world being like.
I wondered when seeing her… watched her, trying to be in the moment with her.
How is life for her?
Colorful, wonderful… all-ful.
Full of so many things. Without judgements, without details, without the ifs that come with growing up.
I felt innocence through her. I felt pure peace and joy, that I even stopped wondering.
Blank… Seconds and seconds of contemplation.
I could sink in her eyes, her look, her gestures…
Thank you! For being a child again.