Sometimes the world can be an awful place, one that gets you pissed, disillusioned and jaded. It can be childish, cruel, irrational, merciless, rebellious, insane and downright stupid at times.

I can be hopping mad, feeling terribly jaded or being childish and just sulking like a kid, but once in a while a small feather light touch can turn me round. A falling leaf, a light breeze, a cloud or the sight of an old lady crossing the streets or a kid at play can elicit from me a smile ever so easily. Suddenly the world seems like a child, who abused your most beautiful and expensive colours to paint your world ugly, and yet nevertheless proudly show you his proud handiwork. Tugging at your pants, accompanied by an innocent, ignorant grin, he wants you to show approval...

And often the world has me on my knees, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

I guess the world renews itself with each new child, with each new generation.

And the world as with every newborn is learning.

I am learning.

"Every child comes with the message that God is not yet discouraged of man."
Tagore, Rabindranath