i should walk home at 6-ish everyday from now on; it is such a good therapy for the soul.

& so i saw this eurasian kid cycling along the road, with his helmet strapped onto his crown of dark brown/brunette hair, & the sweetest smile on his face; & as i walked past him, he looked at me with those eyes, & continued cycling... like it didnt matter that i was staring, like he was in his own little world of his bicycle & himself, where he would carry on riding forever. it was that thought that lit his contagious smile on his face, & that very same thought that didnt let that smile fade away.

then i saw a little girl riding on the back of the bicycle that her dad was riding on - she looked like the happiest girl on earth. with her tiny hands clasped around her father's bulging belly, she leaned onto his back in contentment, inhaling the scent of his shirt as she enjoyed her ride home with the soft wind ruffling through her thick black locks; with the joy of having her father cycle her home from school.

& that left me grinning by myself.

children are a gift from GOD; because not only are they the cutest littlest things on earth, they teach us the one thing we have probably all forgotten: simplistic joy.

& maybe another thing that many of us have lost as well: believe.