Lying there watching the clouds floating in the sky, I let my mind drift away like the clouds for a while, remembering myself when I was a child.
It made me wonder, when did I forget these simple joys?
When I was a child, I went out with my friends roaming in the neighborhood, looking at flowers and trees along the road, then collecting beautiful leaves, both vibrant and faded, playing with sand at tree stumps or molding clay into shapes, and lying down on grass or sand grasping in laughter.
I loved watching the clouds, their shapes sparking my imagination. This natural curiosity turned into a habit of drawing everything I saw: clouds, clothes, leaves, houses. It wasn't just any habit, though. It was a connection, a way for my inner world to grasp the beauty around me and express it through art. These are moments of mindfulness.
As kids, we're drawn to what resonates with us in nature, finding joy in its diversity and bringing those colors to life through our own creations. This deep, intuitive engagement with my surroundings helps me discover my true interests—those things that really matter to me, uninfluenced by societal rules or competition. That's why, childhood dreams is a dream that should be never neglected. They are so pure and important. They remind us of who we were before the world told us who we should be. It's lovely to see a delightful reflection about childhood dream from Jody Lee Cates.
Sometimes I remind myself to let things go, put aside the daily grind, look up at the sky, and let my thoughts wander freely. It reconnects me to that carefree child, full of dreams and wonder. countless colors in my thoughts running vertically and horizontally. How I long for the times when I am like a carefree child.
It’s essential to find those moments that bring us peace and reignite our passions. What is it that still makes my heart skip a beat?
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