Like many children, my feet would grow one size each year.
Eventually the day would come for us to go to the mall and pick out a new pair of shoes. That’s where the fun began.
I would immediately put on the shoes and sprint through the mall. I felt faster. I felt on top of the world.
It was the raw excitement that you felt as a child, but disappears as you age. I’m curious why that happens. Do we become more socially aware? Do we become more muted emotionally? Are things just not as exciting the longer you’ve lived?
There’s something magical about seeing a child so excited. But for some reason that human elation is harder to activate the older we get. What would it take to rediscover it?