Let's try this again. I haven't written to you in a while and it somewhat saddens me because the length of time that I spent not writing almost seems so long such that I've forgotten how to write--how I write. Hopefully, that comes back to me with time.
I finished The Little Prince yesterday. I actually started it months ago, when I first got back from school, before everything happened. I thought it'd be a good first book, considering the whole "finish what you start" philosophy I'm trying to adopt. So, I started and finished the entire book in one sitting. (It was a slow work day yesterday.) What can I say that hasn't been said yet? Being a translated children's book, obviously, the jargon was simple. Nonetheless, its simplicity did not undermine its depth. The book taught me to never forget my inner child--that though we age and change with experience, our perception is what defines us and keeps us true to ourselves. It's the difference between looking up at the stars and laughing or looking up at the stars and crying. Though the real world will say it's nonsensical, it's what makes us happy and them sad. Believe. Invest time in what you love. Appreciate life for what it is.
"L'essentiel est invisible pour les yeux."
