forgetting what I learned

The little girl is Humphrey Bogart’s daughter, Leslie. I had to stop and just stare at her for a minute. I kept thinking “she is so perfect in this moment”. Why? What’s perfect? It’s not her youth that makes her so beautiful it’s that she hasn’t forgotten what it means to be alive yet.

When I say perfect I mean, the truest version of herself. Free of judgement and beholden only to whatever spirit moves her to act- hunger, silliness, the urge to paint or to poop. Knowing the next right thing to do is pretty much all you ever needed to know and the rest presents itself all in good time. These are the things I’m trying to relearn.