Recovering Reckless Faith
Morning Thoughts #275
Reckless faith in an inordinate fate, that which is a symptom of youth. Can it be recovered with age? Experience-won wisdom, so prone to a thoughtful discard, what might it instead recover?
Development, to reach a certain extent, more often than not requires a plan. A plan means building codes, means a generally contained pace. Large-scale building projects do not simply manifest. A truth to consider… but what is lost in the greater chance of size? The rarest megalith. The rarest behemoth, the organic flowering of a universe.
The idea to grow as a person, we must do it piecemeal, not so much a bursting future, not the egg of who we are… we are nursed to it.
The truth of size. We imagine our lives big. We imagine and imagine, and eventually tend to make way for living. Those who do not forget the size, but remember the time, begin to live in doses. Steady growth the formula. And it is a good one. But how do you not let its steadiness simultaneously dull you, the way any practiced habit does after enough time.
To live inspired, but not in a self-defeating way, an endlessly waiting way, the central question, to help spur me along: is it possible to return to this “reckless faith”? If it is possible, is it wise? Its appearance in the matured specimen, is it rather incongruous, a sign of a kind of stunted development? And thus its loss better understood as a natural occurrence? A blessing, in fact, because its loss presupposes its appearance at all, something certainly not guaranteed?
Perhaps it is just nostalgia, but I want it back, and I think this “reckless faith” constitutes something more. Something capable of lifetime companionship, so long as it is fostered and refostered to earn this company.