Something very upright about life is it shows it's beautiful and real face time to time. A face that renders after deciphering ineluctable layers of stilted manipulating quotidian mask. A face that re-defines the whole objective of any living entity. A face that pushes anyone around to assess his very own self and realize how much he's missing to snaffle. A face that reveals the really beautiful acts and brings everyone together at the same level where innocence is the most common virtue possessed by everyone. And if you get to witness such rare sight where life showcases a ravishing dance of innocence right in front of you; consider yourself one of the luckiest ones.
There was something outstanding about those leaps. Tho' they were comprised by strength of adulthood; the directions they were mapping was a return to innocence, was a return to childhood, was a return to purity. They were drawn up by an inspiration; condensed by secret desires of heart, impulses of a mind still missing the very founding need of a grown up child. The wafture of those legs was aligned to randomness of infantile geometry. The confidence and trust of those legs was as innocent as water surrendering itself to stones while falling from heights. There was an excitement in those steps of a falling rain drop. There was a liveliness in the rhythm; there was a joyousness in the poetic humming sound aired by the owner of those paces and there was a failsafe satisfaction exhibited by them while contemporizing with the nature around. They were determined to crop the fruits of childish harmony cultivated over years; hidden somewhere inside the heart.
The happiness and joy scattered over the surrounding from the vibrant motion of those steps was interposing a liveliness in the whole arena. Every step taken forward, was uncovering the layers of materialism that was hiding the most important aspect of every human; which was opening up bright and shining just like a white snow peak crowned over dusty mountain walls. The fearless thumps were enlightening the presence of very true grandness of an inside entity, that never weakens by the growth of external casting and defeat against the selfish eco-cycle. Abandoning the social timidness made mandatory over the period of maturation, that rhapsody of sinlessness was so eager to make a run, towards where the life commences. The innocent act of puerility procession was confidently embracing the fusion of the inner child with obsolete adult. The false pride of an adult was shield-less under those aimless footfalls influenced by god given superbia.
Those tiny steps taken to fulfill the demands of freshly awakened inside kid; forced to realize it's never late to let those inner ones rise once again and left completely amazed by that act of innocence. For a while, it pulled the whole sphere to the point where the life starts. That made a fresh breath pass through all senses and justified the mountainous beauty around. That movement of freedom was compelling everything around to join along in the march of something very true, very impulsive, very generic and very craved. That act manifested the triumph of the inner child over adulthood. All of a sudden, a proficient pawn of the system gave up against the new born from within. A new born, determined to achieve everything that was left behind; to fill the gaps which never allowed to mature the hopes and turn into mercenary needs. A new born, engaged the whole reckoning to re-evaluate the meaning of life. That made the soothing sunlight worth an existance. That childish motion repeated over the grounds of nature, proved a unadulterated return to innocence.
