There are no seven wonders of the world
in the eyes of a child.
There are seven million.
It occurs to me that many of my age (some younger, and some older) suffer an oft-overlooked condition: the loss of curiosity. I confess: it's a virus I battle on occasion myself.
Among my greatest joys in spending time with the grandchildren - or ANY child for that matter - is how insatiable is their appetite for discovery. Big worlds offer big opportunities to look-see, poke, prod, ask why?, stare long, or grab and run. They'll sit stock-still to ponder a bug, or to listen to a story (well, maybe not exactly stock still). Before their querying little minds entire worlds are born.
For many, that childlike condition never ceases. But alas, for the greater majority it simply recedes; often slowly ... and without much notice. When it's no longer the stuff of daily living, daily living becomes altogether predictable and drab. We cease reading. We cease investigating. We cease turning over EVERY rock on life's shore.
Curiosity, and curiosity alone is the green crayon of life. Hard to make a full array of color without it.
Children find everything in nothing;
men find nothing in everything.
Kids - they dance before they learn
there is anything that isn't music.