Our childish sense of wonder is never lost, not fully at least. In fact, I am starting to believe that a sense of joyful abandon is not childish at all, and that our lacking ability to find joy as adults is not an intrinsic part of growing up but instead a reality enforced by a self-inflicted set of properly ‘adult’ habitual patterns and lifestyle choices. Namely those that do not allow us the space to wonder or express moments of awe, those in fact that are sadly grounded. I wrote this haiku to explain my thoughts more clearly.
Sky is darker, now.
Used to wish upon a star,
When I used to dream.
(Photo – Eli Woodbine, Montreal, 2016)