Wild things and children know the truth that life is made for play.
Everything else exists to clear play’s way, to open time for it, to do away with all that prevents it or buries it in disguise.
We play our parts. We play to be free of care. We play to explore and to revel in the sheer wonderment of the now of it all, in the rising of the sun, and the rolling of the sea, in the beating of hearts and the oceanic feelings hearts contain.
The purpose of life, the wise ones say, is the celebration of it. Play well. Play with all your might. Play until your laughter fills the skies.