Finding Neverland

Today TVP 2 decided to remind me about existence of a lovely film by Marc Forster, 'Finding Neverland'. Though I knew very well that watching this film would end up with emotional cofusion, I did it. With premeditation. And I made my mother watch it as well.

Many times I have wondered why such stories touch me so deeply. I mean, stories about children, their dreams and fantasies, their expectations and relations with adults. And the way they perceive the world of adults and vice versa.

I had a very long and exciting childhood, but I'd never experienced the agonies of adolescence. I just became an adult without being a teenager. Maybe that's why the world of children is so close to me. And I feel so sorry for people, who cannot sometimes be children any more. And for children who have to deal with such adults. And for those (including many 'contemporary' children, unfortunately) who've never believed in fairies, who've never searched for the head of Nile River or chosen themselves an Indian name. For those, who've never felt the excitement of exploring new wardrobes, hoping they'd find another word behind the door. The essence of childhood should be curiousity, adventure and mystery. And enthusiasm.

I think this could be the prescription for happiness - to keep our inner child alive without being infantile. To always have something we are enthusiastic about. Something that will remain a mystery to us so that we could never stop being curious and longing for adventures.

I hope my philosophizing doesn't sound like Paulo Coelho... :P