A tiny little story
Once upon a time, there lived a little girl, right there by the sea. She knew only simple things such as eating, breathing, sleeping, crying, laughing, running and hopping. She used to hop to school. She used to laugh for no reason. She used to giggle. She used to run as fast as the wind. She used to get lost in the charm of the taste of the lollies. She was full of pride when she did the handstands. And then she grew up.
She grew up. She grew up smart. She explored. She started knowing way more. Lots of things. Many bare necessitates of life and much more unnecessary things. She got so clever.
The joys of growing up caught her too.
One day while strolling pass the seaside, the gentle hands of nostalgia gripped her as never before. She realised that while learning to pace up, brace up, living up the dream, she forgot what she already knew. Simple things in life are right there.
The silhouette and the horizon is just a fancy wrap of delusion.
She picked a handful of pebbles and tossed them up in the air. Plop came the sound when it dropped. It became one with the sea. The ripples, waves, sound, sun, sea, silhouette, horizon all serving their purpose.
And then she became a bit wise.
To be the little girl and enjoy the simple things in life.