Childhood trails … probably nothing more so deeply touches a person like childhood trails. The summer meadow, carefree blue sky like childhood itself. We ran barefoot no matter hungry or not; after all, there were not more important things as our childish running, games, and wanders.
Let the childhood’s trails be blessed for they have matured us, admired us, and carelessly nurtured us teaching carelessness. And when we get lost in life – childhood paths act as medicines for us, they bring us back to reality, not that fictional but the real one, the reality of our soul, inner feeling.
© Fortune, 2009
How often you walk your childhood paths?