📖 Love and Loss through a Child's Eyes
'And Max, the king of all wild things, was lonely and wanted to be where someone loved him best of all.' Ah, those are lines from Maurice Sendak's 'Where the Wild Things Are'. A children's book, you might say. But ain't it striking how these simple words can punch right through the core of adult complexities?
Max, a wild thing, longing for love, for home. Isn't that just like us? Sometimes, we venture into the wild, letting our heart run untamed, sowing our wild oats, yearning for freedom. And yet, a part of us is always tethered to where we are loved best of all. We're wild things craving for the warmth of love, the familiarity of a home.
And, what about loss? That's right. Even a child's storybook ain't immune to it. Max returns home to find his supper waiting for him, but the wild things? They're left behind, losing their king. They roar their terrible roars and gnash their terrible teeth, yet their king is gone. Loss... it's a universal language, isn't it?
We love, we lose, we grieve, and we move on, hoping to love again. Whether it's a child missing his toy, a man missing his love, or a king missing his wild things... the rhythm is all the same.
So, whether you're a Max missing your wild things, or a wild thing missing your Max, remember, in love and in loss, you're never alone. Each of us, in our own ways, are sailing back from where the wild things are, to where someone loves us best of all.
And for all the Maxes out there, coming back from their wild adventures, here's Bob Dylan with 'Shelter from the Storm'. Because, in the end, isn't that what we're all seeking? A shelter in the storm of life, a place where someone loves us best of all.
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