Dance Like Children

When we are children, we have these passions that fill us with delight. We eagerly play our instruments, paint upon our easels, or ride our bikes.

A funny thing does happen, however.

As we grow older and reach adulthood, a seriousness of craft creeps upon us. We are suddenly required to sport the façade of professionalism, masking the child-like joy which once defined the essence of young self. Of what that young self loved to do!

Our passions become jobs and mere tickets to obtain a reputable status.

Why should this be? I don’t want to be socialized out of myself! I don’t want to let academia, middle-aged adults, and money determine how I exist within what I love any longer!

Neither should you.

It twists my mind to think about such things. This state of being is only real because our society has created it to be real. Can we not share the same respect in love and joy that we do in suit coats and office chairs? It is a simple matter of substitution.

Are any of us really above children? Mankind would do good to smile more often. Forgive. Laugh. Play for the sake of playing. Put down your seriousness and trade it for lightheartedness.

I think adults ought to dance like children and learn to live again.
“For you were called to freedom brothers. Only do not use your freedom as an opportunity for the flesh, but through love serve one another. For the whole law is fulfilled in one word: ‘You shall love your neighbor as yourself.’ But if you bite and devour one another, watch out that you are not consumed by one another….If we live by the Spirit, let us also walk by the Spirit. Let us not become conceited, provoking one another, envying one another” (Galatians 5: 13-15; 25).
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