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Every year I read the book The Little Prince, by Antoine de Saint Exupéry, because it is a light read and time passes and so does my view of the book. It's beautiful, it's reflective and it makes me feel things. A lot of things. It's my tradition to read at the beginning of the year and at the end and write down what I feel about it. Every time.
And this time, now as a supposed responsible and hard-working adult, I was reading it and a specific paragraph left me thinking a lot.
"If I have told you these details about the asteroid, and made a note of its number for you, it is on account of the grown-ups and their ways.
When you tell them that you have made a new friend, they never ask you any questions about essential matters. They never say to you, "What does his voice sound like? What games does he love best? Does he collect butterflies?" Instead, they demand: "How old is he? How many brothers has he? How much does he weigh? How much money does his father make?" Only from these figures do they think they have learned anything about him.
If you were to say to the grown-ups: "I saw a beautiful house made of rosy brick, with geraniums in the windows and doves on the roof," they would not be able to get any idea of that house at all. You would have to say to them: "I saw a house that cost $20,000." Then they would exclaim: "Oh, what a pretty house that is!" Just so, you might say to them: "The proof that the little prince existed is that he was charming, that he laughed, and that he was looking for a sheep. If anybody wants a sheep, that is a proof that he exists." And what good would it do to tell them that? They would shrug their shoulders, and treat you like a child. But if you said to them: "The planet he came from is Asteroid B-612," then they would be convinced, and leave you in peace from their questions."
I asked myself at what point did I become an adult and start talking in numbers. My best friendship (long-lasting, I'm not going to say numbers, it's not the goal) began by asking what was her favorite book and mine, what was our favorite color and we gave each other gifts (and still do) with handmade bookmarks, hand-drawn.
We should go back to asking more about colors and hobbies and less about numbers and, of course, respecting that. You write? You read? You dance? Do you watch TV? Do you act? You ride a bike? How do you spend your time?
I want to know more about the people, not the ones we shaped, but the ones who had to keep their favorite game in the back of their minds. I loved spying with my little eye the color, the sky was always blue, and no one could reach it, but for little child me, it was still the easiest thing to admire.
So, I want to meet people, and I'll start like this: What was your favorite game? And what is your hobby?
Aider & two OCs I’ve been working on recently bc I felt like he needed some friends