
How might our lives be different if, as adults, we approached life in the same way that kids approach Easter egg hunts?
Last Sunday, I watched Matthew and Jack charge the lawn of our hosts, enthusiastically gathering handfuls of colored eggs. It occurred to me, while watching them, that kids zealously collect life experiences in much the same way that they collect Easter eggs.
Here is what I saw. The children that day were:
Happy at the chance to participate
Excited by the adventure of the unknown
Appreciative of the bright colored eggs filling their baskets, and
Sure that inside each egg was a treat worth having.
Most of us used to collect life experiences in the same way. But then, long about the time we realized that the Easter bunny wasn't real, something else happened.
We began noticing that Olivia's basket is covered in beautiful pink flowers and Peter only has a plastic bag from Target. Now aware of the haves and have nots, we learned to worry that we weren't good enough
Excitement was replaced with fear. When, at one time, we used to move with reckless abandon, chasing after experiences, now we cringe at the idea of someone getting hurt. Instead we have learned to slow down and, in many cases, to sit on the side lines where it is safer.
Cynicism took over and convinced us that plastic Easter Eggs filled with candy and plastic chatchka weren't worth chasing after. We became singularly focused on the golden egg - winning - forgetting that the journey is what brings us real joy.
Last Sunday, I starred out at the expansive, perfectly manicured lawn filled with 4,000 Easter eggs and I wondered. I wondered how my life, and the lives of the adults around me, might be different if we ran through life enthusiastically collecting experiences in much the same way Matthew, Jack, and their friends collected Easter eggs.
Now you. Describe the eggsperiences you are most anxious to collect.
Shining off until tomorrow...