quick’ning beating heart
flooding back and forth, red blood
rest and sleep must wait.
Children are much more transparent with what makes them come alive. Mere moments with my son and you’d know how in love he is with playing, creating and all things ball. He flashes a wide smile, his eyes get big and he chatters incessantly about ramps and tunnels as soon as he opens his eyes first thing in the morning.
Me? I have many interests but I don’t know if any of them are all that transparent. I kind of wish they were. I want to smile big as soon as I wake up when I think about all the fun things I get to do or see or be. But I’m not sure that’s the case with me. I’ve learned to temper, maybe even mask, my excitement.
I get it. We grow up and outgrow our childish ways. Some may say that’s just life. But as I wonder if it has to be so, my gut tells me no. And oddly, this brand of possibly naive defiance makes me come alive.
What makes you come alive?
Do the things that make you come alive become transparent within moments of meeting you?
Itty bitty haiku linking up with One Shot Wednesday and Imperfect Prose.