The Mirror of Unwritten Time
How much of the world do we lose when we stop looking with the eyes of a child? We spend our lives layering experience upon experience, building a fortress of logic and expectation that eventually obscures the raw, unfiltered truth of existence. A child does not categorize the world; they simply inhabit it. They do not ask what a thing is for, but rather, they marvel that it is at all. This state of pure, unburdened presence is the closest we ever come to the divine, yet it is the first thing we trade away for the safety of adulthood. We become so busy defining our surroundings that we forget to be defined by them. We lose the capacity to be startled by the simple fact of being alive, and in that loss, we become strangers to our own origins. Is it possible to reclaim that clarity, or is the weight of our own history a price we must pay for the ability to name the world?
Satyam Roy Chowdhury has captured this fragile threshold in his beautiful portrait titled The Eyes of Innocence. It serves as a quiet reminder of the wonder we once held before the world taught us to look away. What do you see when you look back into those eyes?
