We all need play in our lives

At the beginning of the year, when I was in Berlin, I’d periodically walk through a local park to think and get some exercise. One particular walk was after a snowfall that had left patches of ice along the paths. Moving carefully, almost tiptoeing my way around, I found myself smiling as I watched toddlers being pulled on wooden sledges by their parents, and small children chasing each other with snowballs.

There was something about watching them play that made me feel both an unexpected jolt of delight and a little envious. I couldn’t recall the last time I had felt the sense of timelessness and free-spirited abandon that is infused in children’s playtime. Feelings that I had experienced not only as a child but at times in my adult life when I was a bit more carefree, especially after college and through my twenties.