Sometimes my mind goes back to when I was a small child and I can for a split second reconnect to a time of pure joy.
Those were moments when all that existed was the present. Time had a different nature to it. It did not threaten me with the future or blame me for the past.
Is that child that lives in a state of pure joy still there somewhere? How many complex parts come together to make us who we are today?
I want to be that child again even for a brief moment every day.
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