Listening to two young children playing (brain storming in adult language), I was in awe of their creativity.
The game they created was to think of all the things houses could be made from. Their examples included such diverse things as clouds, glasses, trees, cars and buses etc., Everytime they came up with a suggestion, which was about every 6 seconds, they reviewed each suggestion (positively) laughing at any potential flaws, houses made from glasses would let rain in, etc. The children left me with the overwhelming feeling, they are closer to the truth, than most adults. Living life with zest. Living it with purpose, never giving in and accepting no. How often in life have we halted at the first fall and given up. Rather than picking ourselves up, not accepting no, and going for it. Sticking to our purpose.
Be it wanting that ice-cream or achieving the dream. The strategy for success is arguably the same. Living life with zest, learning from any falls and keep going.
And then I came across Professor T. Ripaldi's apt "Notes on an unhurried journey"
When we adults think of children, there is a simple truth which we ignore; childhood is not preparation for life; childhood is life. A child isn’t getting ready to live; a child is living. The child is constantly confronted with the nagging question: “What are you going to be?” Courageous would be the youngster who, looking the adult squarely in the face, would say, “I’m not going to be anything; I already am.” . . . Childhood isn’t a time when he is moulded into a human who will then live life; he is a human who is living life. . . How much heartache we would save ourselves if we would recognize the child as a partner with adults in the process of living, rather than always viewing him as an apprentice. . .
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