I am often accused of being childish. I prefer to interpret that as child-like. I still get wildly enthusiastic about little things. I tend to exaggerate and fantasize and embellish. I still listen to instinctual urges. I play with leaves. I skip down the street and run against the wind. I never water my garden without soaking myself. It has been after such times of joy that I have achieved my greatest creativity and produced my best work. – Leo F. Buscaglia, Bus 9 to Paradise
Too often we become so busy in our lives that we forget about our inner child. Most of us have forgotten this child even exists, or just refuse to acknowledge her existence. I would say that’s truly the greatest loss in anyone’s life. The innocence, excitement and irrefutable sense of hope is what a child reminds me of. Let your inner child out – even if it’s just to catch her breath.