Once upon a time in the middle of Sahara, I met a little fellow. I called him ‘the little prince,’ and maybe in one way, he was a prince in his own kingdom. He loved a rose, his rose. They lived together on a little planet with three volcanoes, accompanied by a sheep in a box that I drew for him.
At nights when I missed my friend, I looked up to the sky, and watch the stars twinkling, dancing, and laughing.
Story-wise, the passage above is the only thing that I can tell you about The Little Prince by Antoine de Saint-Exupéry. It was a short book, only took an hour or so to read. But it lingers with you forever.
The Little Prince seems to be a children book, a book meant for children. And yet, read from an adult’s perspective, it delivers a powerful message.
It reminds you how beautiful it is to be a child, how to see the world from a child’s perspective.
A beautiful world, filled with important matters. Not the one we’re living in right now, crammed with serious matters and figures.
The Little Prince teaches us to care about the important matters, things that are actually important to us and the world. Things that will be broken or disappeared when we stop caring for them, even if just a matter of whether a rose on some distant place will be eaten by a sheep.
The same little fellow teaches us not to worry about figures. About how old is he, about how much money do we have, about one two three and ten to the power of 42. After all, who cares that you have a garden full of thousands of roses when I have one rose, mine, which I love very much?
Reading the book, I remember to care about the important things, not only the serious ones. I remember that figures are not important, it’s the way things make us feel that is precious and must not be forgotten.
Happiness is happiness, and suffering is suffering. We cannot compare feelings, one is not more or less important than the other.
I remember that the world is beautiful, if we look at it from another perspective.
After all, just like the fox said, “What is essential is invisible to the eye.”
We were once little kids, maybe we don’t have to adult all the time, and it’s okay to let the kids inside us to come out to play.