When I was a child, everything seems to be complete. Complete in the sense, suppose I am playing something like pretending to be a cab driver, or pretending to be flying in an airplane with a toy airplane or some kind of silly things in my hand as the aircraft and immitating the sound of the cab or the aircraft, I felt like I was indeed flying an aircraft, or the taxicab. Whatever I was doing then, my mind was completely satisfied with it. I might be playing with a small football or something in my courtyard, alone, but my mind was satisfied with my own world.
As we grow older, it will become difficult to satisfy our mind. A 15 year boy or a grown up man, can never get the feeling that he is controlling a plane by playing with a toy. And if he or she is feeling the completeness in doing like that in an older stage of life, others will mark the human being as mad. Does it mean that, being satisfied with what we are means that are we mad!!!!! Or if a human being can never be satisfied with what he is doing, then is he a normal man???
As we grow older, it will become difficult to satisfy our mind. A 15 year boy or a grown up man, can never get the feeling that he is controlling a plane by playing with a toy. And if he or she is feeling the completeness in doing like that in an older stage of life, others will mark the human being as mad. Does it mean that, being satisfied with what we are means that are we mad!!!!! Or if a human being can never be satisfied with what he is doing, then is he a normal man???
A beautiful painting done by a small kid will be complete for him. If the kid draw a house, and the surroundings, with some domestic animals around, chimney at the top of the house, some trees near the house, a rainbow in the sky, a few birds flying in the sky, some distant mountains, some fussy clouds in the sky, it is perfect for him or her. But to an yelderly human, the picture may seems to be having broken lines, may not be perspectively correct, the ratio between the objects cannot be real, the color may not be perfect, the 3D may not be correct and a lot of things not correct.
Now I feel nostalgia about my childhood. Everyone wishes to be a perfect man or a perfect women. But as we grow up, we are becoming more imperfect. We were perfect in our childhood. I love remembering my childhood days. When can I become a child again? Jesus loved children very much. Every one likes to play with kids and every one will act like a kid when they are extremely happy. So, be a perfect child, love children, act like them atleast when you are alone.
Now I feel nostalgia about my childhood. Everyone wishes to be a perfect man or a perfect women. But as we grow up, we are becoming more imperfect. We were perfect in our childhood. I love remembering my childhood days. When can I become a child again? Jesus loved children very much. Every one likes to play with kids and every one will act like a kid when they are extremely happy. So, be a perfect child, love children, act like them atleast when you are alone.
