To be a child is to live in a world of possibilities and enchanting reality. Dragons, fairies, wizards, and talking animals are as real and as commonplace as dragonflies, dolls, toys and endless games. To be a child is to see all the colors and sounds often lost on or unheard by adults.
To be an adult is to live in a world of problems and impossibilities. What could go wrong, what could have been done, what more could be asked for – these are what adults think and anguish about. In the end, adults realize that these are all transitory and even ephemeral; and that the dragons, fairies, wizards and talking animals in a child’s world are more real than their imagined troubles and problems.
To a child, a word is reality. Call a little girl a princess and she is one. Tell a little boy he is a ninja and he begins acting like one. For adults, words are for hiding the truth and for confusing reality. They speak of love and yet their actions say another thing. They speak of justice and yet their lives are the exact opposite.
Adults love to speak of the wisdom of their age. But I think there is greater wisdom in the innocence and even naïveté of children.