✍️ I wrote a brief journal entry on my blog about imagination, monotony, and a thirst for life. Here is a snippet:
But what Chesterton forgets is that many adults do experience this “eternal appetite” — it just requires that they fall in love first. After all, romance has many side-effects, and surrounding your beloved with an atmosphere of irrepressible timelessness is one of them. Lovers are hermetically sealed from dullness and become ever new. Can it be that children are just in love with the world in a way that adults are not?