Isn't Birth Precious?

As a child,
We followed our heart
Without much thought
And let our life live:
Without confusion and fear,
With curiousness and alertness,
Not knowing that we don’t know much.
There was joy and enormous spirit in us.

Isn’t this the he(art) of living?

As an adult,
We are following our mind
To win someone’s thought
And let our life live:
With confusion and fear,
Without enthusiasm and feeling,
Not knowing that we are unique.
Heart has become heavy,
Leaving us in melancholy.

There is no joy in our eyes and the radiance is lost,
What we had in our birth, the gift of God.

Isn’t birth precious? Let’s live by heart.