Children believe in magic.

Small children always posses a certain quality that I have envied since my age has grown. The mischievous glint in their eyes when a small idea arrives never ceases until another equally crazy thought comes along to replace it. Their ability to dream and act as if nothing is impossible is a attribute to the small, smiling, round-faced people that scamper around that many seem to grow out of. 

Children believe in magic. They believe in Neverland, and Santa Claus. In flying off of the roof and digging holes to China. And with these drastic ideas, comes passionate enthusiasm. 

They will do whatever it takes to get this fantasy to work out, and never give up when trying. They hold on to their commitment so fervently, and never hesitate to report their progress. They try another method, another strategy, to get it to operate the way they need it too. They aren't afraid to try, or believe in anything. They aren't afraid of disappointment, or failure. They have the courage to believe the impossible and stick with their vision.

I don't understand why most of our excitement for invention and creation lessens as we age. Why people can no longer jump up and down with energy and happiness, and be satisfied and proud with the final result, or once in our pajamas, call it a day and try again tomorrow. To have the vigor to pursue something and feel ardently doing it should be a daily occurrence; To inspire others to accomplish miracles, and make them smile. A child's bravery and creativity so often inspires me to do the same in whatever I'm doing.We should think as children do, for any obstacle in life.