barefooted philosophy
there is something so child-like and refreshingly innocent about going barefoot. it’s tempting to abandon one’s sense of wonder about the world upon reaching that stage commonly referred to as “adulthood.” really, i think that’s a subjective term. half the people who are old enough to be adults don’t act like they are as it is. but i digress.
i am small; the world is huge; God is infinite. i never want to lose the joy of everyday moments in life, or miss seeing the funny side even of darker situations. i once read something that said “growing old isn’t optional, maturing is.” i’d switch that around and argue that maturing isn’t at all optional, and, while neither is physical aging, growing an old mind is entirely optional. some people are born with old souls, which is entirely a different substance.
from that confusing explanation i formed the idea of being barefoot in pinstripes — balancing the responsibilities of adulthood and life in the working world with the wonder and unfettered, simple joys of childhood. and there you have it.
