Hard to maintain your innocence in a world of mental distress, violence and disappointment but that is the attempt. It’s not the goal because a goal is somewhere out there beyond you. The attempt lives in the moment, in the immediate, in the here and now.
To look at life with wonder and fresh eyes might be a product of your environment or your genetic predisposition but if you’re not so lucky there might be too much pain that is intruding into your optics, finding redemption and love is the path to innocence.
Sometimes you need a reminder of all the wonder. You need to lay down on the grass and look up at the sky, look up at the wistfulclouds, the high-flying branches, breathe it in. Nature somehow brings us back to a time of innocence.
It’s not about accuracy or truth, it’s not about measuring global historical pain about what times were the most difficult, it’s about longing to see life with fresh eyes. The past is not a place to set-up residence but it is a place to visit from time to time.
Being lost in the challenges and minutia of day to day happens, but finding something to discover, something to let go of, something to introduce is a solid directive not always easy to employ.
It’s not that everything that is meaningful hasn’t been said over and over again and in eloquent and brilliant ways, it’s more that we need the reminders, the prompts to keep us on the path.