We enter this world believing anything can happen. We believe in miracles. It's as if we wear these glasses with lenses that allow us to see the world only through curiosity. At some point, we lose that childlike sense of wonder, and eventually we start to lose something even more important: hope. It's now not a good thing to believe in miracles; it's naive. We take off the glasses, set them on a dusty shelf, and walk through the world with blind eyes.
Sometimes I wonder if maybe we focus too hard on growing up, and not growing down. We reluctantly take off the glasses, and then refuse to even attempt to try them back on. What if, after all this time, they no longer work? Won't I look like a fool wearing these glasses that might not even fit anymore?
But I'm learning that some things in life are worth risking looking like a fool for.
They're worth trying to see if they still fit. If they still work.
It's worth it to believe in miracles. It's worth it to have curious eyes. I don't want to miss something in front of me because I refuse to wear my glasses. I don't want to miss something so wonderful because I refuse to hope.
