Sometimes an
uncontrollable feeling of sadness grips us, he said. We recognize that the magic moment of the day has passed and that we’ve
done nothing about it. Life begins to conceal its magic and its art.
We have to listen to
the child we once were, the child who still exists inside us. That child
understands magic moments. We can stifle its cries, but we cannot silence its
voice.
The child we once were
is still there. Blessed are the children, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.
If we are not reborn –
if we cannot learn to look at life with the innocence and the enthusiasm of
childhood – it makes no sense to go on living.
There are many ways to
commit suicide. Those who try to kill the body violate God’s law. Those who try
to kill the soul also violate God’s law, even though their crime is less
visible to others.
We have to pay
attention to what the child in our heart tells us. We should not be embarrassed
by this child. We must not allow this child to be scared because the child is
alone and almost never heard.
We must allow the
child to take the reins of our lives. The child knows that each day is
different from every other day.
We have to allow it to
feel loved again. We must please this child – even if this means that we act in
ways we are not used to, in ways that may seem foolish to others.
Remember that human
wisdom is madness in the eyes of God. But if we listen to the child who lives
in our soul, our eyes will grow bright. If we do not lose contact with that
child, we will not lose contact with life.
- from By the River
Piedra I Sat Down and Wept by Paulo Coelho, page 24.
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