A 4-year Old's Perspective

Do you ever look at the things around you? No, really. Do you look at objects for what they should be instead of what they could be? What society deems them to be.  Or, if you are like me, are you in such a rush as to not even spend the time to examine what is around you?  

The ability to use our imagination and look at something objectively is a trait that is often lost on us. Somewhere between preschool and adulthood, the demands of society and everyday life will ween most of us from our free spirit, only to be revisited by it on rare occasion.  I probably spend less than 5% of my day examining my surroundings and imagining. Instead I use my analytical mind to solve life's puzzles (most of which I've imposed on myself) or toil it away with the doldrums of work. Most of the time I need an outside source to rekindle what is important; a catalyst.  Kids.

Children make you grow and age in ways you couldn't imagine.  

Children make you imagine at an older age in ways that you otherwise couldn't. The same is true of my kids.  I see myself as a child through them.  I see them gleam of light in their eyes, hear the excitement of their discovery, witness their creativity.  And while I cannot see their imagination, I can see them using it.  It hasn't been wrung out of them by reality or society's rules.  I hope it never does.  Not to be stymied or stifled in any way.  It is powerful.

Ponce de Leon searched in vain for an answer that is growing up all around us; at knee level. Our youth, our own pasts, are in our own youths.  Get down own their level and look around.  You see much more.  They are imagination magnifiers; they get the details and make up the rest.  The small look bigger and the big look larger. These pictures were taken by a 4-year old.  Take a look at life through the eyes of a 4-year old and see life in ways you wouldn't have imagined.