For the first time in my life, I am reading Le Petit Prince by Antoine de Saint-Exupéry. The book is popularly known by its English title “The Little Prince“.
True, that it is a children’s book. I had seen a movie of it once, even a stage production back in ’80 as well.
The themes I find nearing the end is that adults tend to be wrapped in an absurdity of stoic logic and as such are the most illogical when it comes down to enjoying the beauty of the most common or simple pleasures in life. As we mature, we could keep some of this curiosity and care without so quickly rejecting it.
The story of the rose hit me pretty heavy. I did find much water leaking from my eyes for a couple of minutes because of the fine personification that the author leads the character’s place among her intricacies.
I find that the people among the journey like the king, the tippler, the businessman-all seem like parts we could have been at some point.
There isn’t a single question that the Little Prince lets go of until he receives an answer to.
Perhaps his biggest redeeming factor is that his curiosity is persistant-things that adults forget about.
Its a book I think most people, like myself, may have missed.