Chıldhood | Rıchness | Happıness
God Loves Green
God must love green. Why have a huge number of trees been created green? How beautiful they are, right?
If I were asked to express happiness and richness, I would describe the world of a kid who has asked this question.
Childhood is the most naive time, the flow of time is slower, and the bravest life stage is where we live all emotions boldly.
Running after the colorful butterflies and being friends with little bugs, climbing trees fearlessly, with open arms allowing rain and snow to touch every inch of the body. We knew that nature was home to our playfellows and a playland.
As getting older, the reminiscents of childhood are enough to awaken a naught kid inside of us and go back to old times.
We noticed that beauty has gone out the window abruptly, and we found ourselves following along the flock with the puzzle of life even without playing our last game in the street.
The situation that we called as maturity is where wealth is measured with money and the loss of the capability to be happy with small things.
Unfortunately, when life hits you so hard, we come to realize our real wealth, and the beauties that we took for granted become valuable.
The life that we procrastinated for the future has faded out. You’ve learned agonizedly that no money is able to back our past time and no matter how much money we have that is in vain.
Now, Where are our forests?
These days, our window that opens to the world is gloomy due to the reflection of grey concretes. We aren’t able to fit the world in whatever we do.
We’re creating virtual worlds and getting excited about the idea of living on Mars.
We’re having a child in order to change our world.
But we pledge happy family in the massive shopping center which is rigged with pictures of happy people that took on a sunny day.
We should thank marketing gurus whose aims trigger us to do shopping more. At least we manage to take a load off our minds thanks to them.
Maybe we already have the happiness inside of us that is marketed to us. Maybe we’re just looking in the wrong place for kids and us.
We must allow children to be smeared with the mud of life.
They shouldn’t be hostilized to the tiny creature that lives under the soil. They must learn in nature that the world doesn’t just belong to us.
We don’t have a right to steal real richness from them.
