Stay a kid.

 

What I consider to be the biggest wealth in my life isn’t any talent, or material thing, or where I live or how I look.. What I think makes me rich, the most valuable thing I can offer to others and myself – is my youthful heart.

I am someone who still gets excited about everything. Maybe, too excited. With most of my reactions – I can only be compared to a 12 year old girl. I’m not ashamed of that. I fall in love 40 times a day. With a good song, or something someone said, or a nice sunset or delicious ice cream. There are no standards to my excitement, how big or small or significant something has to be. I will be over the moon about a flower Roko picked for me just as much as I will be about traveling to another country. I love deeply, I feel deeply, I get sad deeply, I’m full of ideas and dreams and plans and ways to make my life more beautiful. I have to go through a rain puddle when I see it, I have to stop and take a photo of every sunset or beautiful door or window. I get chills when I can play my favorite part of the song to someone I love, especially if they let me play it more than once. I cry of joy when I see a nice garden and can talk on and on about the chocolate my dad bought me for no reason. In many things, or better said – in most things, I’m still a little kid. I hope I always remain just that. I hope my creativity and joy and hope and simple nature never leave me.

I hope I always stay surrounded by these people in my life, who are so much like me. Who are mostly younger (I guess I’m attracted to their energy to begin with) – but are just young spirits, regardless of their age, and I think they will always be. Just like my dad, who is the youngest soul I know, though he is 63 already.

I hope I always stay this way and be the kind of person my dad is, my whole life. I hope I raise my future kids to be this way along with my Roko who is the funnest person I know. I hope Sara and Aida and I are always as excited about a 1 $ swimsuit, new Beyonce album, pizza or a glass of wine. I hope we still drink that wine and laugh our asses off in the kitchen while our children play in the garden. I hope Bojan never stops sending me postcards  wherever he travels. And I hope Davor never becomes too serious not to want to do the lift in the air scene from Dirty dancing with me, in the middle of the city.

How full I am with content and joy and wonder and love is my biggest wealth of all. I hope my dearest ones feel rich in that way, too. I hope I am the one who adds that in their lives, at least on some days.

And, I hope I sometimes add a bit of joy to your life, through a painting, photograph, video – or whatever else can be “given” through the screens of our phones and computer. ❤

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Deep meaning lies often in childish play. ~Johann Friedrich von Schiller

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Children have neither past nor future; they enjoy the present, which very few of us do. ~Jean de la Bruyere

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Think what a better world it would be if we all – the whole world – had cookies and milk about three o’clock every afternoon and then lay down with our blankies for a nap. ~Robert Fulghum, All I Really Need to Know I Learned in Kindergarten

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In my soul, I am still that small child who did not care about anything else but the beautiful colors of a rainbow. ~Papiha Ghosh

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I am often accused of being childish. I prefer to interpret that as child-like. I still get wildly enthusiastic about little things. I tend to exaggerate and fantasize and embellish. I still listen to instinctual urges. I play with leaves. I skip down the street and run against the wind. I never water my garden without soaking myself. It has been after such times of joy that I have achieved my greatest creativity and produced my best work. ~Leo F. Buscaglia, Bus 9 to Paradise

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