The Search for the Lost Sense of Wonder
When I was a child, the world was
boundless.
I could gaze at the sky for hours,
follow the light, listen to the wind –
and simply be.
Back then, seeing meant wonder.
Every moment was open,
full of questions,
and whole.
Then came the system:
rules, grades, expectations.
It taught me many things,
but it took something away:
the freedom to feel the world,
without purpose, without aim.
Today I hold a camera in my hands.
And when I press the shutter,
I’m not searching for perfection,
but for that feeling from long ago –
for the moment
when light, silence, and time become one.
When, for an instant, everything is again
as it once was,
before someone explained
how the world works.
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