Grace. Children have grace, and grace is what they carry themselves with.Grace is a difficult thing to pinpoint and explain. Many people feel it has spiritual connotations. I see it as something even deeper and greater than that, though that's the way I see everything. To me, it's a profound thankfulness. Children are eternally thankful for their existence, and therefore grateful for the land they tread upon. As long as a person can retain that gracefulness, their inner child still exists. The tragedy of it all is that grace can very easily be diminished. If a child is strong-willed enough, however, their grace can grow even stronger. I often wonder if I have lost my grace. I find fewer and fewer things to be thankful for as I grow older. Maybe that's just what happens eventually. Or maybe it really does have to do with the spirit. I struggle to believe in most spiritual ideas, and, though I want to very much, I cannot disconnect it with how much the concept has been exploited. Maybe that's what grace is. Letting go of all the superficial, meaningless things in life. When I was small, the most important event each day was when I had an opportunity to be outside. I don't see anything superficial about that. So yeah, I sort of am trailing off. You get the idea though. |