Childhood is not from birth to a certain age - childhood is a state of mind. The child is grown, and puts away childish things. Childhood is the kingdom where nobody dies.” ― Edna St. Vincent Millay
I’ve absolutely loved being a kid again today in my cardboard armour!
But if I'm being honest, and I want to always be honest... accessing that magical, childlike essence of life has become a bit of a struggle for me, these last few years. You know what I mean - the ability that the open-hearted possess to be totally floored by a sunset, or moved to tears by a sentimental thought or a kind gesture - life has felt a little less vibrant for me lately. My biggest fight right now seems to be batting reality away with a big stick (or in this case, a cardboard axe!) and keeping it away from what’s left of my childlike heart. It is to not let the awful things people do ruin my idea of human nature. It is to remain curious, despite all the answers to the questions I quite liked having unanswered... Who wants to join my cardboard army?! I think it might just be the best fight there is. ⚔️
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