I’d like to remain naive
There’s nothing like childlike naivety. The ability to see the good in people even strangers. The ability to shamelessly walk around with no pants (I envy this one). The strong disconnect to trivial matters like what one should or shouldn’t eat. The freedom.. the freedom to dream.. the freedom to believe.. the freedom to chase butterflies relentlessly whilst getting blinded by the sun.. To the onlooker it’s all very captivating except when the child dancing in the rain is a full-grown adult. Then the attitude suddenly changes..
“Don’t you find it odd,” she continued, “that when you’re a kid, everyone, all the world, encourages you to follow your dreams. But when you’re older, somehow they act offended if you even try.”
― Ethan Hawke,
How about the contentment of kids? Their ability to be content with the simplest of days. I remember thinking it had been a very good day because we had, with a group of friends, managed to set a high score on an arcade game. In that moment all I felt was contentment. I wasn’t reaching for the next moment.
How about their stubbornness when it comes to being defined? Try telling a five-year old girl that she can’t be a princess (“you lose that battle, you lose that battle nine times out of ten”). Their belief that no one should dictate who they should be. How about our ability to let them dream ?
“I define nothing. Not beauty, not patriotism. I take each thing as it is, without prior rules about what it should be.”
― Bob Dylan
Our interaction with the world, with time, becomes more and more calculated, more suspicious, more cynical.. We now exist everywhere else that’s not the present moment. Constantly distracted, constantly skeptical of the good things that present themselves to us. If we could become protective of that naivety we once had.. It doesn’t mean we’ve lost our thoughtfulness and it certainly doesn’t take anything away from our adulthood.
The world needs more people with their heads in the clouds.
“You know, people ask me. They say ‘Dan, three years later do you really want to be drawing cat whiskers on your face?’ but they don’t understand. The cat whiskers, they come from within.”
― Dan Howell