Born To Fly

Babies are pure, with a power that is too often under rated due to their inexperience of life's challenges. For this reason I've created a blog to voice my opinions on the entity of love as though I still view the world from a child's eyes. Like raindrops from heaven, children enter this plane through a magical passageway which is connected to a higher source. Aside from developing inside of a woman's womb, their spiritual essence is invisible and yet still exists, growing larger within those nine months of conception. However, they bring with them somewhat of a predestined personality with physical features and special talents shared by the blood of their parents, and yet they have the gift of freewill to become something more once they interact amongst the rest of the world.

Children are special. All of them. Each and every single one. What frightens me is when we face difficult adults who've become hardened by past mistreatments. It's easy for us to run away from such creatures because they can create needless drama for others around them.

The other day I was riding the number 2 train in Manhattan. As it came to a stop, an old man slowly crossed the opened doors with his walker but it slipped from his grasp and fell in between the tracks which caused him to lose balance. Immediately, both his legs fell through the large space, leaving him trapped with only his head and arms above ground. He screamed for help so the train wouldn't close its doors and continue driving off which would've ripped him apart. Fortunately, a few other men came to his rescue by rushing to notify officials NOT to move the train and then safely lifted his body back up. Every minute of struggling to help this man was dreadfully fearful. However, as this man experienced a near death experience, I imagined him as a young boy. Who would've imagined that his life would've turned out this way? I didn't know his name but I knew he was homeless, angry, and that a foul stench lingered around him. Although a few good men assisted him, there were still others who made comments such as, "Why did this have to happen on my train?" or "Couldn't this sh*t have happened on the next train?" Consumed with their own agenda and where they had to be, they could've cared less about a man who almost tragically lost his life in front of their very own eyes.

Here's a question: Would they have been more sympathetic had it been a child down there yelling at the top of their lungs? Or had it been their own child? Or had it even been "THEMSELVES"?

Can't we remember that we were all once children too? And perhaps still are? Father time shows no mercy in pursuing the light of day; he moves forward. And so our bodies grow older and our features change. We evolve. Yet still, raindrops have no less of the same ingredients than the ocean does, for they are both water. Whether it's a massive amount or not, water is still water and people are still people: Babies, children, teens, adults and/or senior citizens.

So where are we going? You and I? Our children? Where are we leading them and how are we raising them? Or could it be that they are raising us? They're so much closer to the time spent with angels and to the source of unconditional love. Having just came from there, perhaps newborns have plenty to teach us through their body language. They get us to feed them, bathe them, dress them, shelter them and carry them without saying a word. However their facial expressions say it all - and how we can't stand to see a child cry? Why then, is it easier to walk away from adults, leaving them alone in their misery and troubles?

Mix the innocence of a child with the darker side of reality, and perhaps we can understand the purpose of light. For I do believe that every child was brought into this world as a light bringer, a torch that will lead one generation further than the last. Further and further until we remember that birds of a flock, flock together, which means that the entire human race (young, old and alike) were all born to fly.