He could not be clearer.
Be as children.
This doesn't mean put gum in your sisters hair.
I do not think it means hold your breath until you get what you think you want.
From a lover. Or employer. Or roommate.
It doesn't even mean decorate the newly white walls of your room with magic markers.
Think of the child's reactions to where we put our grown-up thoughts.
Think of the child's reaction to our fears.
We gently tease them about there being no monsters under their bed.
No bogeymen in the closet.
And then we throw away a love, a future, a possibility:
For a fear of: nothing.
For a memory tying us back to a situation long departed, that never was as strong in the imagined.
a place nowhere near as perfect as the pages of our adult coloring books make it out to be.
We stride into unhappy jobs.
We fail to appreciate the real.
We rage at demons no more true than a dream.
And for what.
To pat ourselves on the back.
To rest secure in our busy, adult filled lives. With their serious tones and elite status and reservations and performance evaluations.
All the while secretly longing for something we used to have and have forsaken.
The free laughter
The never ending giggle
Love without expectation or bullshit or the taint of what has come before.
Life. Simple. Childlike. Divine.
And a lesson of who we need to be.
Who we must be again if we are to truly know--
What is real. And what is just another monster under the bed.