Failure comes.
In fact we are deadly afraid of it we cannot learn from it. The lessons are on the doorstep. They lay there simply and in plain ink. There are even cartoons. It should make should make us laugh...like sweet little children...then trade stories of our own lostness and failures so we could end in a great big party of laughter...crying our eyes out.
But we choose not to.
Instead we go to bed knowing this is possible and also true. But we quietly turn away, pretending to be adults when we are all sweet children still.
The children wish to dance and sing and say "olly olly Oxen-free" and all the children come out free...running.
Beauty. Watch them sing and dance about...then look at your adult neighbor.
2 comments:
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I think once you look at the failures and the pain there is some time for the wounds to heal?
If so, that is time to relax and enjoy the escape.
I think, sometimes i don't know
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