Art ought to portray our hopes and longings. It ought to lead us into questions about why we’re here and life’s purpose. While art can be about any of the concerns of mankind, it ought sometimes to be about wonder and delight and celebration. And nobody knows how to celebrate life like a child does.
If we look at children and watch what they do with complete spontaneity and abandon, we should ask ourselves what they know that we don’t. Or what they know that we’ve forgotten. Children are true connoisseurs of living. Whenever I see a child play, it reminds me that I’ve good cause to be thankful. A child’s world is real joie de vivre.
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