I love spending time with my daughter. She is three. I love playing with her, reading books, watching movies, cleaning the house or car, fixing something...the list goes on and on.
I always thought it was because she was my daughter, flesh and blood, some internal motor that drives me to spend time with her.
It is not.
It is because she is so alive!
Everything...everything she does is just bubbling with life. Her eyes jump out of her head and scream "I am alive and it is great!"
Why do we grow up and lose that? Where does it go? Why do we let it go?
I looked at my eyes in the mirror...they aren't even interested in standing up, much less jumping out and they are saying "you look tired."
I compared that to a picture of several years ago...I looked a lot more alive several years ago.
It is not age...I have met people 2.5 times my age that still had that spark in their eyes.
What are your eyes saying?
Be Alive and have a good one!
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