Maybe getting old is for sissies. It seems to be coming rather naturally to me. I haven't given up on saving the world but, here lately, my enthusiasm is shaky. Loving is so very easy and hate takes so much effort.
Babies don't discriminate based on color. They're not motivated nor impressed by money. They love to be loved, held. A happy baby will laugh uncontrollably at the drop of a hat. A goofy dog is always a good excuse.
What do you suppose they know that we don't?
The secrets aren't secret. The emperor really is naked. Laugh. Harder. Love! Harder.