As we grow older everything seems to move at a faster pace, and in the interest of time we begin to accept things instead of wondering about the intricacies of why. We easily forget our curiosity that once wasn’t even satisfied by answers; we lose the curiosity we all used to have.

As adults we all too often look at the simplest items and see them for what they are; a pencil is a pencil. We forget about what it was like to have a sense of wonder, to open our imaginations to the endless possibilities that one simple tool could provide; we forget the wonder we all used to have.

You can get it all back, the eyes, the curiosity, the wonder, it just takes time. Not time as we know it at this stage in our lives; the “let me block out some room on my calendar” time, time as in slowing down.

Today I slowed down to examine a pencil, and it was the best part of my day. I didn’t have a bad day, but taking the time to examine a pencil instead of just use it was that good. I slowed down looked at it and let my mind wonder; I was instantly enthralled by it’s shape, I became curious as to how many lines of writing were required to flatten what was once a sharp lead tip, and thought about the words, no matter how brilliant, that had been permanently vanished by the now depleted eraser. Whose pencil was this? And how did I come to possess it?

These questions led to more and more, soon I was thinking about the business behind pencils and pondering on what would make this pencil better. In this moment I regained my childlike eyes, curiosity, and wonder. It was spectacular!

Slowing down is all it took, slowing down allowed me to rid myself of the cynicism that somehow creeps into all of us and made everything wholesome and good again.

The eyes, the curiosity, the wonder, we all still have it, we just have to slow down and allow ourselves to let it come out.

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