Once upon a time there was a girl who loved above all else, to write, to draw, to create and make beautiful things, simply for the joy she felt inside her soul. Slowly, over time, she was told that she would never make a living this way and that therefore these things were pointless. She was told to concentrate on other, more important things and the girl believing that the Elders in her tribe knew more than she did, believed them and cast aside her creative endeavours in favour of equations, trigonometry, geometry, history and her life became a greyer, duller place.
When during childhood does this become true? Why is it that we buy into the lie that making money through conventional means is the be all and end all. Why is it that creativity, joy and happiness are stifled at the hands of convention?
Children grow up believing in magic. They do things for the sheer joy of doing them without thinking about the meaning or point. The point, for them is that they do whatever it is that’s going to make them happiest at any given point in time. We get to a certain point in school and we’re told that this is no longer acceptable. That we have to grow up, settle down, take things more seriously, think about more important things, pass exams, think about the future. From year six in primary school we’re made to focus on exam results and what we’re going to do when we leave school. Life then becomes all about job prospects, work, ways to make money. Things that bring you joy are pushed to one side. We’re told that those things can wait. You can do them as a hobby (if you have the time) once all this more important stuff is out of the way.
The sad reality is, that many of us never reach the place where the things that once brought us so much pleasure can be brought out into the open again. Once college and University are over and done with, the focus is then on work, buy a house, pay your mortgage, pay your bills, keep up with everyone else, buy that flat screen t.v, work 60 hours a week and you may just have enough cash to have a holiday somewhere nice this year. Get married, have children, provide, do the right thing…….we become so exhausted from the rat race that we have little to no time to do the things we once loved and eventually we forget what those things even were. We lose pieces of ourselves to become carbon copies of everyone else. The things that once made us special, unique, colourful individuals get washed away by the do’s and don’ts of modern life and the world becomes less magical. Less colourful. Life becomes dull and listless and we struggle to find the point in the mundane.
Depression is rife in the Western world and I can’t help but wonder if this is part of the reason why. We become so bogged down with the modern day grind, we forget what life is actually all about. Living. Not existing on a day to day basis, but living.
Dare to live for a day with the eyes of a child. Experience the child like wonder of running full pelt through a field for no other reason than the joy of feeling the wind in your face and the grass tickling across your legs. Walk through the woods with the sun on your face – look under logs, make patterns in the dirt with your feet. Paint a picture that makes no sense. Write a story with no ending.
Life needn’t be what we’ve been told it has to be. Live.
Love and Light