Having a nearly 4 year old daughter obliges me – in a way – to see the world through her eyes. Everything I do around her is filtered through her eyes and I try to perceive things as she would. The world is strange, bold, full of surprises. If you look at the world in this way you don’t categorize things like an adult does. You don’t filter the essential and the trivial. It is all of equal importance. It’s an interesting, yet impracticable game to play as an adult.

I watch movies in a totally different way now. If I can escape for a moment into her world, the suspension of disbelief is back. There’s an unchecked joy and terror in the plight of a little clown fish lost in the deep, dark sea. I’m mesmerized and delighted with the adventures of superhero penguins. Part of the problem with becoming an adult is the meta-critique that shrouds experience. In this day it’s even more pronounced with real-time sharing on social media. The age of transparency has brought us the age of self-curation for our audiences. Does this movie or artistic experience fall in line with my “brand of self”? What rating does it have? What have the influencers in my newsfeed said? Are people talking about it on my wall? Will they approve of my status update or check-in? And then we have layers of critical theory and political correctness; filters of irony, post and meta modernism. Like a thousand voices in our heads, a committee arbitrating our experience. Our own subconscious comintern, watering down our experience to please the greatest amount of people. Utilitarianism, “the common good”. What a dull way of looking at life. Maybe our kids are onto something…

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