“The turning point in the process of growing up is when you discover the core of strength within you that survives all hurt.”
This song has been haunting me, echoing through my mind like a voice down an empty hallway. We have all been “lost boys,” at one point or another. Whether we’re lonely, trying to find our way, or just plain old mischievous and freeofobligations. The funny thing is, the lost boys actually had a large group of friends, yet were still considered lost.
Perhaps you too have been part of a crowd but still felt like you didn’t quite belong. I first heard the song wafting over theradio airwaves on a dark night time drive, and again at abeautiful dance recital that was punctuated with thefeeling of endings(a last dance for High School Senior students. I love music because it has a way of expressing andrelating nearly everyemotion throughit’ssonic landscape. Ialways said when I died I wanted to become a music note. As amusical note I could weave in and out of space and be emitted overwaves of sound. As well as touch people’s hearts. When you’re a music note youressentially immortal and always a part of something beautiful. Of course we can’t talk about Peter Pan withoutmentioning Captain Hook. What is yourpersonal Captain Hook? Because we all have one. He comes in the form ofopposition, negativity, and hardships. When we’re looking to find our way and having hope for a future each of us becomes a “lost boy.” Then, we grow up much to our chagrin and the tribe of lost boys scatters. No longer do you have that adolescent camaraderie and sense of adventure. As the world becomes less new and your feetchange sizes, so does our reality and the people in it. Suddenly adult obligations or responsibilities begin to seep into and take apartthe tribe of lost boys.However, the invisible thread that at once connected us is always there. We may grow and change but our hearts and spiritsremain largely the same. Sometimes the wind will carry a tune to my ear or a familiar smell to my nose andgently remind me of my tribe. Although they’re scattered about I know that their stillthere. Having a stroke has displaced me as a lone tribe member looking for the path to our hideout in the woods. As I wander I keep an eye out for it to emerge once again from the shrouded trees. Dear friend, may We all discover that path and find our way back to belonging.
“The secret of genius is to carry thespirit of the child into old age,which means never losing your enthusiasm.” -Aldous Huxley.
Those of us who manage to hold onto our childlike wonder, become like amagnet,and light to others. It is with the simple joys of a child that life becomes and remains magical. Why is it that imagination(or creativity) is so often scoldedrather than fostered?It seems that the World is uncomfortable with the daydreamers. However, before We are able to do anything we must imagine it first. No great feat(personal or otherwise) has been accomplished by following the rules,playing it safe,orby thinking within the box. Unfortunately people like to see others fail, rather than flourish. Therefore, they try to negate thegrand ideas of dreamers. Whether it’s by telling you that you cannot accomplish something or children inschool(a rigid place) teasingthe often aloof daydreamer of the group.The more opposition you’re met with is a clue thatyour on the right track. Although, it’s unwise to be bullheadedand stubborn.At any rate, just don’t give up on your dreams.It is known that fear and doubt only serve to derail you,so ignore thosefalsedirections!Surround yourself with that which is good, and turn a blind eye tothe doubters.Life is far too short to waste any time withthe fears of someone else. Fillyour mind with encouragement and positive thoughts. It helps tremendously to fix your thoughtsonwhat istrue,honorable,right,pure,lovely,and admirable(Phil 4:8). Personally I’ve found thatby just havinglovely thoughts and objects around me, it makes a difference. More recently I acquired an old 1960’s vanity, which I filled with lovely objects that lift my spirit,eitherwith memories or simply their aesthetic. We(family) refinished it back to it’s original splendor, and then I proceeded todecorate it with what makes mefeel good(see below). Some people create shrines to a specific God,but I think it also worthy tocreateashrine to all that makes you feel good(an idea here)whether, you choose a physical collection of objects, or a vision board you cannot go wrong. Before something can manifest in the physical, it’s imperative we visualize it,and this is why imagination is so vital to the human experience. Dear friends,don’t be swayed by the cares of this world,because if youlet it,it will choke the dreams from behind your eyelids. Therefore, keep your eyes seton the sky above,and shoot for the moon!