The lost game.

This weekend my fourteen year old son asked if we could play the lost game. I didn’t know what that was but apparently it’s driving around directionless. He said he wanted to spend time with me and well, say no more. We drove through Canyon and talked about life, love and spirituality. He shared a lot of insights with me that touched me deeply. I mostly listened. I wanted to share some of his thoughts with you.

He told me that he believes we should all be more innocent…more child-like. That this would solve a lot of problems. He said he hates that growing up means that you lose this part of yourself. He vowed to try not to lose his own purity, even though its hard to do as a teenager. “I think if you want to feel close to God, go back to your child-like innocence and you will feel God’s presence.”

He also said that people who hurt other people are just hurt. This is why he doesn’t give up on people. Even those who hurt him. He said that he believes in everyone, he believes that everyone can change and that love is what heals people. He thinks he is here to love everyone. (He says “I love you” to all of his friends and they are starting to say it back.)

As we pulled into the garage at home, I asked him what he’s going to do with all of this wisdom. He said he doesn’t know…that there is no point in worrying about the future. He doesn’t want to rush his life. He wants to enjoy it. “Isn’t that the point?”

I think the moral of this story is to get lost more often.