How should I put it?

My inner child felt magically healed by this mere innocence and naivete?

The concept of dirt getting me inspired to touch one because of its therapeutic constituents especially being induced by stress.

We are always depress in different ways but still get the same symptoms. Suffering the same, disease, illness, complications, experiencing malady especially upon our souls. Lethargic spirits which only to be cure by a simple therapy. Nature.

It is so funny that people inventing and spending a lot of ways to cure their symptoms with synthetic procedure, without considering that we already grasp some natural remedy all this time.

A lot of people stressing the thought of grief, pain and ennui. This excuses keeps them from being frozen-ground. Unable to move forward since they thought that this burdens weighing them. But it was all about mindset. Someday, you will realized that nothing is permanent in this world, even death would be consider a temporary slumber of our spirit after the ardous adventure that we've spend time endeavoring on earth. So, why dwelling upon sadness and gloomy stuff when you could blow-out and exhaust yourself with contentment and happiness of what you have?
 
Mr. Archibald Craven was just like that person. Along with his son, Colin. Not just the Craven's but also Mary Lennox. Everyone was consumed by loneliness and negligence.

Loss? Naturally. The only way to fully recognized happiness, is too embrace the concept of death.

Plants die but most of its were perennial. Although still, humans cannot be replace, especially if it's someone belongs to your heart. That someone is truly irreplaceable.

She died. Sometimes, I hate her for doing it.
~ Colin Craven

But for one thing I've learned, that life was full of dirt and nothing is permanent. The seedling would gradually bear it's fruit and the flowers will took it's full bloom, and here I am smiling and free from anxiety because Francis Hodgson Burnett have teach me of what is important from most of all; care to the people who had left behind, alongside with me--to acknowledged the love of the living and not be blinded by grief. And to live in order to carry the memory  someone I'd cherished. 

Because all I can say, being too negatively glum and pessimistic could affect the people that surrounds you. Particularly if they care for you--well, atleast they care but you shouldn't get ahead of yourself for it is truly bothersome for them (more like, I was advising Mary Lennox, the boy Colin, his father and myself too!). 

So stop being gray. Brush off those monotony. Go out for a sunshine, touch some earth and appreciate the magical environment of your creator! And how it is utterly wonderful to live for once! And you should be grateful! 

I was always reacting with children's story. From the moment I'd read this passage ; Everything was strange and silent, and she seemed to be hundred of miles away from anyone, but somehow she did not feel lonely at all---, I'm already convincing myself I had strucked-gold. 

I don't care if the adults wouldn't enjoy the flow pf this book, because for me, I was over the clouds. It is healing, sweet, poignant, melancholic and vivid tale of earth's wonderful things to offer! 

Plus, I've always wonder either I can also have a sunny boy Dickon who would shed the light of my grievance path of dimmable life.