relapsing childhood

I had this sudden urge to read The Little Prince by Antoine de Saint-Exupery.
Probably because some part of my memories stirred and I suddenly felt like listening to the little prince soundtracks I used to listen to when I was in primary school.
(this is the link cus I can't download them anywhere anymore D: http://www.xiami.com/album/396604)
I remember the time when my favourites were Wish a Wish and its music box version. Seems like that still never change.
And this afternoon I reread The Little Prince, and I discovered new things behind those lines. The story is no longer of a prince's random travels all over the universe and meeting weird grown-ups, ultimately landing on Earth (although that element still retained).
Despite the Little Prince being the child-like person he represents, with his imagination and stuff, there's still this highly logical part of him. Or perhaps it's called highly pragmatic.
There is this section when he befriended (or tamed) a fox, and when it's time for him to leave, the fox was extremely sad about his departure.
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"It is your own fault," said the little prince. "I wished you no harm but you wanted to me to tame you."
"Yes, indeed," said the fox.
"But you are going to cry!" said the little prince.
"That is so," said the fox.
"Then it has not helped you in any way!"
"It has helped me," said the fox, "because of the colour of the wheat fields." (which reminds the fox of the little prince's golden hair)
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"Goodbye," he said.
"Goodbye," said the fox. "Now here is my secret. It is very simple. It is only with one's heart that one can see clearly. What is essential is invisible to the eye."
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Yes indeed, what is essential needs to be felt with the heart.
Why then, does the most important thing has to be felt by something so delicate?
I'm usually happy. But I can feel other people's sadness. I can link my heart to theirs, and I feel similar kind of pain as them. Maybe this kind of pain is necessary, just that I'm still inside my delightful little bubble, not exposed to the harsh reality. I would really want to mend broken hearts around, perhaps I lack the ability to do so.
During council elections there was this question: "If you can have any superhuman power, what would it be?"
Despite being an observer I thought about the question (I always do).
My power-hungry self would pick something along the line of 'darkness manipulation', 'time manipulation' or 'power negation', but I decided to choose 'illusion manipulation' instead.
Because then everyone can live inside a delightful little bubble, and broken hearts would be mended. That is how I escape from reality, and make other people escape as well.