Watching the kids play in the park has become a rare sight
these days. Either we all too occupied at work to step out for a stroll in the
evening or the children prefer their xbox’s and games on the internet these
days.
It was refreshing to hear their voices of giggles, call outs
and the birds roosting. Little acts of jumping, running, climbing, sliding or
taking turns for a swing made them happy. They took their turns, rejoiced every
act, if a Frisbee didn’t glide the right way, they tried again. If a ball did
not go to far, they gave another shot. They didn’t mind trying again and kept
doing things till they either got it right or were tired. When they saw others
do it, they tried grabbing the right move and adapt the style. Wow! And that’s
the spirit one needs to have. This is the way one learns almost
everything. They’d not give up. If
something did not work today, they’d try it again the next day, and the next,
and the next, till they get it. And once they do, they’d cheer themselves up
and laugh out loud in joy and celebrate.
Truly, child is the father of man. Some day when you are
tired and clueless, go sit in a park and watch these little champs play. We too
were like them but as we grow up, our fears of acceptance in the society, peer
pressure and cynical ambitions wear out some amazing traits that we once had. Go
out and seek some forgotten values and invaluable inspiration from the little
ones.
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