Paradise is regain-able?

Today being universal Children’s day, I searched for something meaningful to share with my students. During my search for sayings about childhood (I obviously can’t come up with any myself…), I found many that were so sweet to me…and so true! My favourite was:

When childhood dies, its corpses are called adults and they enter society, one of the politer names of hell.  That is why we dread children, even if we love them, they show us the state of our decay.  ~Brian Aldiss

It’s hard to determine exactly what part of us is most hurt by the demise of our innocence, but whatever that may be; we can at least be attuned to our own children and attempt to understand what language they speak to us in: Our pidgin can’t be that far off. Have we stopped tasting, smelling, touching, seeing, hearing what is right in front of us? I don’t think we have. We just stop appreciating it for simply what it is or simply because.

And so, we grow up. I was wondering, if we could make the conscious effort not to lose ourselves in adulthood, what would be the result. Or maybe, if we tried to maintain that sense of imagination, if not that simplicity, that inevitably slips away from us. There is something in adulthood when we are on the brink that is absolutely seductive and we can’t wait to cross the one way bridge. Adulthood has it’s own pleasures, but was it worth half of what was? If Jesus could say,

Suffer the little children to come unto me, and forbid them not, for of such is the kingdom of God.

~Jesus

…then we can surmise that we are closest to heaven not in our last moments, but in the first ones we experience.

I saw this video that I feel relevant to this topic on Cuban writer Zoe Valdes’ blog, who in turn saw in on Elisabet Martinez’ blog. The video is of a conversation between French-Cuban Anais Nin and American Henry Miller, two talented writers of the 20th century who greatly appreciated art and sensory perception and appreciation. This video is gold!

Just because we can forget, doesn’t mean we cannot be reminded or we cannot remind ourselves. I think that in closing, another saying from another writer, Jean de la Bruyere says it all…

Children have neither past nor future; they enjoy the present, which very few of us do.  ~Jean de la Bruyere

Let your inner child out sometimes. Appreciate life’s simple intricacies now.

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~ by louella001 on October 3, 2011.

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