I have chosen. My life, my drawing, my writings, my runnings, all are meant for talking to the child inside. He, who has so much things to say, but knows not how to say. Madness, I know. This sounds like madness. And sometimes, I do wonder if I am schizoid :b. But I am me. So that's that.
"Sometimes an uncontrollable feeling of sadness grips us, he says. We recognize that the magic moment of the day has passed and that we've done nothing about it. Life begins to conceal its magic and its art.
We have to listen to the child we once are, the child who still exists inside us. That child understands magic moments. We can stifle its cries, but we cannot silence its voice.
The child we once were is still there. Blessed are the children, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.
If we are not reborn - if we cannot learn to look at life with the innocence and enthusiasm of childhood - it makes no sense to go on living.
There are many ways to commit suicide. Those who try to kill the body violate God's law. Those who try to kill the soul also violate God's law, even though their crime is less visible to others.
We have to pay attention to what the child in our heart tells us. We should not be embarrased by this child. We must not allowed this child to be scared because this child is alone and is almost never heard.
We must allow this child the take the reins of our lives. The child knows that each day is different from every other day.
We have to allow it to feel loved again. We must please the child - even if this means that we act in ways we are not used to, in ways that may seem foolish to others.
Remember human wisdom is madness in the eyes of God. But if we listen to the child who lives in our soul, our eyes will grow bright. If we do not lose contact with that child, we will not lose contact with life."
Sunday, October 8
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- Paulo Coelho, By The River Piedra I Sat Down And Wept
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