Things We Forget

Maybe it’s simply remembering that curiosity is sacred — a quiet kind of faith that the world still has more to show you.

To be a kid at heart is to stand before life like an unanswered question — open, bright-eyed, and unafraid to be amazed.

Perhaps it’s the way your mind still whispers,”why?” in a world that keeps shouting, “how much?”

It might be the soft rebellion of refusing to let wonder fade, even when logic insists it should.

What if being a kid at heart means you still chase the invisible — dreams, ideas, possibilities — the way children chase fireflies?

Maybe it’s knowing that curiosity isn’t something you outgrow — it’s something that keeps you alive, like breath or laughter.

Perhaps it’s that spark of awe when you look at the stars and feel small, but somehow also infinite.

To be a kid at heart is to question everything — not out of doubt, but out of reverence for how strange and beautiful existence is.

It could mean wondering how grass grows so confidently toward the sun, and realizing you’re meant to, too.

Maybe being a kid at heart is remembering that the universe is still unfolding — and you’re allowed to marvel at it, not just measure it.