A short while ago I felt very sad, and uplifted at the same time.
Weird.
I was watching my 4 year old granddaughter play , keeping herself company in her own fantasy world, jumping from one thing to another without any hesitation, no sense of self consciousness, but following a ‘logic’ only she could see, hear and feel.
Creativity being expressed in a totally natural way.
I am pretty sure most people have seen this, at some point, and felt uplifted. Then I realised, that in a few months, she would be going to school, and that joy of random thought, learning by experience, feeling absolutely free from judgement was about to hit the wall.
School works with a set of disciplines. Numbers, regulated behaviour, nominated time slots for scheduled activities the kids did not choose. It teaches organisation, discipline, and a ‘top down’ awareness to these rapidly developing brains consistent with what ‘conventional wisdom’ has decreed as appropriate for the future life kids will lead.
Who knows anything about the future life of my granddaughter?
Watching her, I also recalled that I had seen the previous week the announcement of the death of Sir Ken Robinson. That made me sad again, all over,
For those few on the planet who do not know who Sir Ken was, just google ‘the most watched TED talk’ for a dose of his verbal and philosophical magic.
Asking how schools kill creativity in kids, and how to fix it, was his life’s crusade. His TED talk at the time of writing has 69 million views, several of which have been mine, and a much larger number have been those I have persuaded, cajoled and pushed to watch.
Here, in front of me was the living reason he took on the world of education academia.
It also occurred to me in those minutes of reflection, that over time, my granddaughter may be pushed into doing the things she was good at, in preference to the things those she liked to do.
That is how the world now works.
Most people have things they are good at, but do not particularly like doing. I certainly have. To meet the outside markers of success, most go with those things, and use their free time for the things they really like doing. In those times, hours seem to pass like minutes; somehow, you have entered what some would call ‘a flow state’ where time seems compressed, and the output, is just for its own sake.
Joyous.
Wouldn’t it be fantastic if the things we like become the things we spend our days doing to earn a living?
Imagine living your life in a state of ‘Flow’
My granddaughter was in a state of flow playing, and it seems like my duty to extend that as far as possible.
A lucky few get to feel it for themselves every day, and as a result, have a chance of both being as happy as they can be, and changing the world.
