I picked Olaia up from school today, and this song came up in the rotation.
"You don’t need eyes to see, you need vision," she parroted from the back seat. "That’s right, Daddy, right? You need vision to see, right?"
"Yeah, but the song is making a play on the word ‘vision,’ Olaia. You see vision is like perspectiva in Spanish, I guess. I don’t know. Hmm, it’s like an outlook, a way of looking beyond what is there and seeing… er." I was struggling to define the word vision, trying to use vocabulary appropriate to a 7 year old. It was tougher than I thought. "Okay, vision, is like this. I have a vision of a world full of peace, where people are happy, where no one hurts, and where everyone finds love. It’s like a dream, but it’s not just a dream. It’s something you make with hard work, effort, and persistence. Yet, it’s also like a dream, in the sense that it’s an ideal, something great, something beautiful. I don’t know. Does that make any sense?"
And then without any effort whatsoever, this little sage said, "Oh, so, vision is imagining things to become true."
"Exactly, little girl. I couldn’t have said it any better."
And I really couldn’t have.