anahat nad

Oh, to be a child again, to see the world through their eyes, as a place of endless possibility, to be enchanted with the little details the rest of the world looks past.

I think it's still there, the world where everything is within reach, no dream too unattainable. I just think we've shut our eyes to it. Decided that childhood optimism is nothing more than naivete that fades with age.

Time to open up our eyes and see the world around us, with new eyes, a child's eyes. Because the sky's still blue, and the grass is still green, and I still wonder why. And who knows, maybe one day I will be a mermaid.