Ok, I admit. This is not something I read in the Europe's Journal of Psychology. Nor has it been proven by any scientific research or backed up by a team of well-known psychology experts.
What I am about to share with you is my own theory that was inspired and conceived during my last 9-hour flight from Italy to New York.
My argument and my conclusion is that the older we get, the more stubbornly we ignore everyday miracles that surround us.
Let’s take flying for example…
Can you remember your first trip on a plane? How did you feel, looking out of the window and watching how a huge airplane picks up speed and slowly takes off the ground, leaving behind the roof tops, long streamers of roads and the perfectly delineated squares of green and yellow fields.
I observed people around me today and all I saw was mild boredom and slight frustration about the plane being 45 minutes late. When did flying become just a convenient vehicle that allows us to get from point A to point B? Isn’t it a miracle that we are able to surmount the force of gravity and rise above the clouds?
When I was little I was practically glued to the window the whole time the plane flew, imagining that this is how the God sees the Earth. I felt powerful. I still do, when I distract myself from voracious “What time will they serve lunch?” thoughts and take a moment to glance out of the window on the frothy, ever-changing sea of white clouds floating below.
Now, getting back to my theory about us losing our ability to get amazed at little things…Read More