In the innocence of a child, the heart finds its haven, where small joys dance freely, unburdened by the need to conform to grander pleasures. Purity, with its narrow dimensions, holds within it a mystery, whether orchestrated by chance or the hands of distant gods. Our stature seems to mirror the very essence of our being, as if we perfectly align with the measure of our own shadows. To embrace the greatest joys and happiness, they say one must first welcome the weight of sufferings, untold and unseen, and to continually breathe life into our dreams, thus preserving our innocence … Continue reading Child’s heart …