How do you imagine infinity?

With the innocence of a child we imparted ourselves to glance at the world.
We shared our dreams whispering our demands and deeds to people we just met, because everyone was a stranger but also a potential companion. We had the courage to climb trees were the top was out of our sight.

We felt shame when we hurt someone and therefor shared our tears with those. We talked to animals, as they were our equals.
 We felt rich with a few coins and the sweets we bought with them was experienced and never regretted.

We were thrilled of every trifling achievement, even if the letters that we wrote our names with could only be read by us. We believed we all were artists, writers and singers.

We made up languages and friends that only we could understand and see because our imagination said that the power of our thoughts was making anything possible.

When somebody asked us what we wanted to become when we grew up we told him or her the profession that we admired not what gave us financial security.

Grown ups blame the world for being hard to them claiming children are inexperienced.

But the truth is the world has always stayed bigger than our imagination. And what we knew as children and have been forgotten now is that there is always more, out of our sight and sometimes we have to climb the tree even if we don’t know if we might fall, even if we cant see the top, only because of the excitement to climb. 

Just because our feet stopped growing doesn’t mean our footsteps did or ever will be.