Lost Sense of Wonder


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In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Pleased to Meet You.”

Amelie Poulain is wandering through the backstreets of Montmartre, on yet another mission to better other people’s lives, when she comes across a boy sitting by a pond. He is dressed peculiarly, a little remniscent of robin hood. Green shirt, green pants, green boots. The boy looks distraught as he casts stones onto the smooth water surface. He seems to be having an argument with himself.

– “I must get her to see that in this world, she is doomed. She will lose herself, her imagination, her essence. Another day and she will have lost that innocence that only children know. The naiveté that still allows you to dream. Trust me Tinker bell, it has to happen tonight.”

Amélie approaches the boy and asks if he is o.k.

– “You cannot help me or anyone, not even yourself, for you have given up your youth.”Peter says solemnly.

– “How so?” Amélie looks at him, confused.

-“As an adult, you cannot possibly understand, or remember what it is like to be a child”.

Amelie, with concerned and pained look on her face, beckons him to continue.

– “Explain”.

He tells her of stories from far away places. Places without responsability, without commitment. He tells of children he’s seen grow up over the years, that have relinquished their creative powers, and their lofty aspirations. They grow into old farts who forget to have fun and live within the boundaries of duty and reason. He recalls the qualms and regrets that fill their speeches as they lay on their deathbed. He vows never to become one of those grey men, in grey suits, with grey shoes and grey lives. He wants more for himself and more for the girl he loves.

-“But if you stay here, lost in time, you will miss out on all the adventures to come. You will never experience the joy of having your own child. But you are right. We can learn many things from children. We can revel in their sense of wonder of the world. We can keep our imagination alive by feeding it dreams rather than that snickering sense of self-doubt. We can maintain our sense of surprise and be open to something greater than ourselves. We can trust that anything is possible. There is more to being an adult than forgetting your former self”.