Recently, I attended a small writers group and at this writers group there were two small children, a boy and girl, who were probably around the age of ten or eleven. Being the exuberant young man that I am, they took an instant liking to myself. The current writing assignment for the writers group was to use nature as an inspiration for a short story or poem. So the young boy, who shall remain nameless, wrote the following paragraph inspired by a small, white spider he had recently seen which he titled simply “The Spider’s Adventure”.
“I think a spider thinks that people are giants. I also think the spider thinks that the blades of grass are trees and leaves are boats. Spiders think that cars are robots. If I saw a spider I would be scared and kill it. If I saw a spider, I would probably pick it up if I wasn’t afraid of them. But fear often causes us to do things we don’t understand.”
Even though this young boy’s grammar was not the best and his words were scribbled in a somewhat sloppy manner, I could not help but be drastically affected by the young boy’s words. Especially how he ended his small article. The following paragraph was from the young girl. She too was inspired to write about the white spider she had seen as well and titled her short story “Spiders! Dun, dun, dun!”.
“If a spider saw me, it would probably scream in fear. If a spider saw me, it would probably run. If a spider saw me, it would think I am awesome. When I see a spider, I would sit and wonder what it was thinking or saying or even singing. I wonder why spiders eat bugs. I wonder why spiders invade houses. I wonder what the spider feels about nature. I wonder if spiders have thoughts and if they don’t think, than why do I?”
Once again, I was absolutely astonished at the thought process of someone at such a young age. In the words written by these two children, I was more philosophically challenged then I had ever been before. My entire perspective was rattled by two concepts which were previously unknown to me. Questions that I had not dared to ask began to occur to me with frightening speed. And then a thought occurred to me. If two children’s simple thoughts can completely alter the way in which I view the world, why is it we grow up to be adults who let our minds become clouded? At the writers group, I wrote the following paragraph in response to what I had read from the two children.
“All I can see is what is before me which is an avalanche of curiosity and hope. I see a new future; one that is not beheld. The innocence that I once was so in love with is transferred to newer, younger and more beautiful souls. I have never been one for sentiment, but perhaps with the times I have changed. Only in the afterlife, I am told, I will understand. But I would rather come to terms with this reality now before life so cruelly ends this sight. The grass withers, the flowers fade, but the word of this wondering will stand forever.”
And indeed it will.
Twisty Ceives (mr. ceives)