Do you remember being a child, and amazed at the miracle in almost everything. In color for example. I know my brother and I used to go to the shops on Saturdays to buy coloring-in books, and we'd spend hours drawing. I think this reflects that capacity children have for awe, to represent their environment, and sometimes, just their own thoughts and imagination.
It is a pity, becoming cynical, because so much wonder remains around us. The autumn, sunsets, beautiful afternoons that we miss while we read the newspaper or pencil-in another chore in our diaries.
Find time to live.