Observation of the Spirit

In the past, we as children find it fascinating of how being an adult could be so great. I guess it was the envy of freedom that existed within our eyes as children of what our lives could be. At a time, when there was room to roam free with possibilities of dreams without expectation.

The sad part of being an adult is that we lose that glowing creativity and step away with it holding ourselves at a cautious distance. As if our own wild thoughts are dangerous and not worth the attention of others. In the moment that dreams fade into reality as events come to pass and the obligation to responsibility is due.

We often look into the mirror wondering that the small children within us escaped. All that remains in the eyes of the jaded is empty souls. That cannot be replenished easily by material items. That is when often we wonder, "Who are we?". Who are the shadows of the former individuals gazing at themselves in their mirrors?

I believe it what is left of our former selves. The innocence, playfulness, and glowing shine that once existed naturally that fled us over time. How could we as people allow it flow ourselves? Were we even conscious of it?

It is thought that we do not need to feed the spirit, but to only meet to demands of the physical. As the thought lingers within the back of everyone's mind, How do we as people move forward from this frigid coldness that exists year around?

The solution... is each to their own, but what matters if we as people can obtain that natural shine we would not feel the need to be that cold.