As sweet as this photo is, it's also remarkably precious as either spectrum speaks of the innate spirit inside each of us. As children, we have not yet been introduced to ego or valuation; as seniors, all popular markers of social importance have been revoked and denied by the artificially empty world of physicality, position and consequence. It is in old age that we are compelled to finally and fully define, love and live our own spirits and recognize the simplicity of childhood or see that life was a complete waste, built upon the wavering and fickle esteem of men.
There is a choice every day along this mortal journey to let go and release the little things that dampen our souls, weaken resolve and shutter dreams. Before long, stark evidences of impending mortality begin to increase month by month, year by year and can either be a cause for anxiety and depression or a benchmark of contentment, fruition, ease and mentoring.
Refuse to allow the time suspended between this innocence and older age to become a senseless waste of tragic mire. Embrace it daily. Powerfully, willfully and soulfully. Deny all but the sensitivity, expression, individuality, talents and the sacredness of self and what you have to offer the world. Let every moment be a vital breathing source which allows for unlimited growth and fulfillment.
What we 40-something's want to express: Find value and live you before we began to get "it"; we're still bumping along and learning. Find out earlier in your youthful progression so that you might sidestep heartache, worry, insecurity and traction. Be bold. Be strong. Be different. Be that unrestrained toddler in everything you do while you blossom, live and dispense wisdom in a steady rise of maturity, grace and contentment. As Thoreau said, "Go confidently in the direction of your dreams. Live the life you have imagined."
Yes, for Always...
- This Carman Girl
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