Prism of Life

I have always loved the way children behave and think. I have always believed that they possess an irreplaceable spirit, one that would carry them through the hardships with a smile, one that would offer forgiveness to other friends if a mistake has been made. They have the ability to absorb and endure emotional and physical pain more profoundly than older people do, and most of the children manage to solve their conflicts with a candy or a symbolic game where they are taught that friendship is the most valuable treasure a human soul can acquire and possess in his or her lifetime.It is sad that many of us abandon these ideologies as we mature into adolescence, an age marked by inner and outer conflicts.

I have always wondered why such simple techniques to resolve a conflict are abandoned as well.

Hatred evolves and grows, jealousy becomes more profound, and our ego becomes consumed with a marked selfishness. We resolve our conflicts with more conflict, and we endlessly spiral around in a vicious struggle between our wants and our needs, between what we expect and what we are offered, until we miraculously grow out of adolescence and emerge as young adults who have control over our attitudes.

And often, we don’t.

We grow older, and spread into the many wings of society, gaining painful and pleasurable experiences. We love, we marry, and we re-experience the burden of our youths with our children. We grow old, remain seated in our grandchildren’s houses, and resolve our great grandchildren’s conflicts with candy and memories.

We are then confronted with the inevitable thoughts of death, we fall into denial, and then we accept our fate. We spread whatever love we have to offer to the people around us. We give them part of our spirits so that they would live on fond memories of us when we depart into the immortal realm of souls, where we are born anew.

Life is an arch. Children and the elderly share the common thought of love, and they live on that emotion unconditionally.

It is deplorable that we abandon this most significant childhood thought, and we live on it at the very end of our existence. It is sad that we do not live our entire life on this thought. But an arch remains an arch, and so does life. When we are young or old, we cannot offer society but love. But to reach the middle of the arch, the climax of the materialistic life, we have to live on materialistic needs, and offer materialistic values to society.

But in truth, the self actualization is the inverted arch in life. It seems that only people at both ends of their lifespan will appreciate the true magnificence of life.

And we miss it out in our prime.