“And now here is my secret, a very simple secret: It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye.”
Little Prince is one uncomplicated human being. There is no simpler way to understand things, the way he asks questions, the way he gets to the essence of any matter is wonderful.
Possession does not matter to him. He does not despise, or wants to argue with the people who are constantly counting and inventorying. That is not his cup of tea. He does not see a purpose for it, it is a strange concept of living to him, but each to his own.
He does not want to rule. The Little Prince does see the need for Queens and Kings. He recognizes them as necessity of the society, the order and hierarchy that he does not need> But he sees the need of others for that so he leaves each to his own.
The Little Prince has his struggles with Baobabs. Because he cares about his Rose. He does not mind caring because he has chosen that Rose. He will take care of his Rose even when Rose makes him sad. All because that Rose was unique to him.
The Little Prince has befriended the Fox. Being friend was a strange to the Fox. Fox liked The Little Prince so to have this relationship, Fox explained it as being tamed. But when someone has to go do you cry because you are tamed or because you are losing something that was wonderful to be a part of and as equal?
When I got the note saying that I am her Little Prince my world has become uncomplicated, pure, honest, enjoyable. I was smitten with those words and with moving on a.k.a. The Little Prince. Someone has chosen me, and I have chosen someone, to belong together as equal. We were each other Roses, Foxes. I got my The Little Princess, and she got her The Little Prince.
“The little prince went back to look at the roses again.
“You’re not at all like my rose. You’re nothing at all yet,” he told them. “No one has tamed you and you haven’t tamed anyone. You’re the way my fox was. He was just a fox like a hundred thousand others. But I’ve made him my friend, and now he’s the only fox in all the world.”
And the roses were humbled.
“You’re lovely, but you’re empty,” he went on. “One couldn’t die for you. Of course, an ordinary passerby would think my rose looked just like you. But my rose, all on her own, is more important than all of you together, since she’s the one I’ve watered. Since she’s the one I put under glass. Since she’s the one I sheltered behind a screen. Since she’s the one for whom I killed the caterpillars (except the two or three for butterflies.) Since she’s the one I listened to when she complained, or when she boasted, or even sometimes when she said nothing at all. Since she’s my rose.”
Do not be afraid to choose the Rose or the Fox for yourself, the one you could die for. Fond the one that will be your friend, make the unique, the only one in all the world.
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