Atomic Bombshell


Pure Hearts

December 11th, 2005

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There’s a universe of difference between being childish and childlike. The former I have in spades, but the latter could use some work. Over the years we suffocate our best childlike qualities, believing instead that our defense mechanisms will protect us, when all they really do is make us weak. It’s a great big lie that we seem to swallow whole.

Children don’t have our pathetic hang-ups. They lack sufficient fear. As such, they’re always ready to play, quick to forgive and forget, and best of all — They don’t understand limitations. It was in that final area that today I saw a glimmer of hope that some day I might finally strip away the mess I built and regain the purity of heart I once had.

Today I listened to a story someone was telling about their child. Nothing new, just one of the usual tales to show how precious a young heart can be, and how unenlightened they are about adult sensibilities. This angel had voiced her fondest wish that someone she recently met should immediately take up residence with their family.

Now, the story was told to bless the person involved; to let them know how much the child loves them… But what I saw was a reflection of something that still exists within me. I know precisely what that kid felt. I don’t understand or agree with the limitations that place distance between us and our loved ones either… You know, stuff like life.

Somewhere inside of me breathes a person who wishes that all her friends lived on the same block, went to the same school, and played together often. Not that I’ll ever find that wish satisfied, as neither will that precious girl from the story, but I can certainly let people know they are missed, and that the desire of my heart is to have them near.

Entry Filed under: The Black Hole

6 Comments

  • 1. Unity Flow  |  December 12th, 2005 at 5:38 am

    You are so very right… Sadly… Being childlike is looking at the world without the jaded cataracts of bad experiences and age. You know that their brains absorb information at nearly ten times the rate of ours… What I would give to speed my brain up a bit. That said, the fact you noticed puts you way ahead of the game.

  • 2. soapbox.SUPERSTAR  |  December 12th, 2005 at 7:29 am

    Ah the complications of being adult. You sure do have a wonderful way of putting thoughts into written word!!! :mrgreen:

  • 3. April  |  December 12th, 2005 at 8:28 am

    Dang woman, after I read this, I got all watery in my eyes. đŸ˜¥

    But getting all watery in my eyes was a good thing, because just this simple post was like reading “Chicken Soup for the Soul” (not that I’ve read it “tsk-tsk”) but you displayed an honest to goodness desire to extend love to others… In the profession I’m in (and working on), I work with people one-on-one “mano y mano” all of the time, and I always hope and pray that they will just put away their inhibitions, and just feel the need to be a loving person, instead of being materialistic and shallow.

    In summary, you really made my morning.
    *Sipping on gingerbread latte from Starbucks*

  • 4. 'Chele  |  December 12th, 2005 at 9:12 am

    Such clarity in such few words… Nice.

  • 5. Char  |  December 12th, 2005 at 11:22 am

    One thing I’ve learned from my son is how to look at the world and live life with childlike purity. Not only does this help my relationship with Ryan, but my life and happiness in general. Great post.

  • 6. Silentz  |  December 12th, 2005 at 4:19 pm

    I was jaded even as a child.



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