Have you ever tried to review our favorite childhood books and stories?
Well, when you have your own child. its the best time to do it.
It had recently happened to me.
And the more I read, the more I understand: these stories are not that childish and simple. They definitely have the second bottom.
For example The Velveteen rabbit by Margery Williams.
Quite a story huh?
Somehow, I remember it totally different.
But here, just a little piece for you to read.
What is REAL?” asked the Rabbit one day, when they were lying side by side near the nursery fender, before Nana came to tidy the room. “Does it mean having things that buzz inside you and a stick-out handle?” “Real isn’t how you are made,” said the Skin Horse. “It’s a thing that happens to you. When a child loves you for a long, long time, not just to play with, but REALLY loves you, then you become Real.” “Does it hurt?” asked the Rabbit. “Sometimes,” said the Skin Horse, for he was always truthful. “When you are Real you don’t mind being hurt.” “Does it happen all at once, like being wound up,” he asked, “or bit by bit?” “It doesn’t happen all at once,” said the Skin Horse. “You become. It takes a long time. That’s why it doesn’t happen often to people who break easily, or have sharp edges, or who have to be carefully kept. Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in the joints and very shabby. But these things don’t matter at all, because once you are Real you can’t be ugly, except to people who don’t understand.
I had to read it few times. At loud. In order to understand how deep it is.
But there is nothing surprising that these stories are deeper than they seem to be at a first sight. Adults wrote them. And as any other adults, they had their concerns and problems, that are reflected in their work.
Don’t try English Fairy and Other Folk Tales by Edwin Sidney Hartland. That’s a tough thriller. Or rather even a horror story. Damn, I was really scared to read it.
It is the time you have wasted for your rose that makes your rose so important.
Even, though, I understand what does this line mean, I’m still not sure I feel it completely. I remember reading it, when I was a kid. It seemed much easier for me and simple. Like something pure and clear. Now it became complicated.
What changed? Why we became so complicated? Why do we intricate our lives?
Have you ever tried to ask a 5y.o. what’s the meaning of life? Go do it, you’ll be surprised. Simple and quick answer will follow.