The first time I read ‘The little prince’ was when I was a teenager and I loved it how much it resonated with me. Of course, I hated each and evey adult at that time and of course I never thought I would turn out to be that exact adult I feared the most.
I recently re-read this book and it dawned on me that I’ve became the accurate representation of a dull adult, stuck in a rut, running on a hamster wheel, who can’t see anything beyond numbers and anything ahead of results. And if you see that’s what our lives revolve around right now- numbers. The number on our paycheck, number on our weighing machine, number of friends we have, the number of our age that decides when we should do certain things, number of things we possess, number of likes, followers, etc., you get the gist of it.
This book gave me the much needed introspection to make some very crucial changes in my life, the curiousity, the wonder, and the open mindedness my inner-child still craves.
Some books are not meant to be judged and this is one of the finest example. It’s one of the easiest read and most profound book that you’ll cherish all your life.