Preserving the child-like mind as often as possible is the key to living a happy life.

The seriousness we wear like armor was never required for the game. Somewhere along the way we traded wonder for certainty and called it growing up, but the universe keeps blowing dandelion seeds past us, asking to be noticed. A child does not need a reason to be amazed that anything exists at all, and neither, underneath, do we. To keep the child-like mind is not to be naive but to stay porous, to let the cosmos surprise us before we file it away. What would today look like if we met it for the first time?