There are endless days between children and adults, thousands of experiences and acquaintances, lessons learned and wise quotes.
But why do I think they, those ignorant children, look at us from the top of the unreachable mountain?
They see our futile efforts to own and control, the ridiculous attempts to go back when we were still able to lie on the dusty ground and think of the clouds, not the dirty backs…
© Fortune, 2020
Do you still enjoy beautiful clouds sliding in the sky?