I went to the theater tonight – The Little Prince, with the wonderful Oana Pellea and the incredible Lari Giorgescu. My goodness, how I cried! The tears came like a flood, like a release after all the hard days, after this entire year filled with everything – joys, losses, crossroads. Oana Pellea cried, Lari Giorgescu cried… and we cried too, the audience, the adults and the children within us, finding ourselves in every metaphor.
It was more than a play.
It was an intimate dialogue about childhood, about how we forget to carry it with us into adulthood. About the pure laughter that fades in the chaos of worries, about the curiosity and naivety that make our world come alive. About what truly matters in life.
Tonight, the stage turned into a mirror for our souls. After this difficult weekend, the play was also a reminder about responsibility.
“You are responsible for what you tame.”
“You are responsible for what you tame,” says the fox – that spiritual guide of the Little Prince, reminding us that what we love and choose to care for becomes a part of us. And yes, the essential… the essential is often invisible to the human eye, lost amidst trivial details and the lack of time to see with the heart.
I traveled with the Little Prince to planets that feel so familiar: the King’s Planet, where loyalty is demanded without being earned; the Vain Man’s Planet, where everything revolves around public validation; and the Businessman’s Planet, obsessed with accumulating as many stars as possible, without realizing their futility. These are the planets we visit daily, often unconsciously, through our decisions, the people we meet, and what we allow to consume us.
In the Little Prince’s world, good seeds grow into beautiful flowers, while bad ones – baobabs – can destroy everything.
This symbolism of seeds reminds us that every action, every thought we plant in our lives has the potential to create or to destroy. And often, we don’t know what will grow. The bad seeds are the fears, resentments, and indifference that, if left unchecked, take over the landscape of our souls. The good seeds – hope, love, empathy – require constant care. Choosing to weed out the baobabs is a choice to cleanse our lives and to face the responsibility of discerning between what is good and what harms us.
In this light, The Little Prince becomes more than a story about childhood; it is a mirror that confronts us with the world of grown-ups, but also with the power to change it. Every vote, every action matters because they are the seeds from which our future will grow. And the question the play leaves behind is simple yet profound: “What kind of seeds do we want to plant now?”
True connection with the world comes from childhood and innocence. As we grow up, we risk losing that pure vision, that wonder that makes life feel meaningful. The story of The Little Prince is a call – gentle yet firm – to rediscover the child within us, not to let it disappear in the superficiality of adult life and worries.
Tonight made me feel that crying is a blessing, that emotion has the power to cleanse the soul. And for that, for every word, every tear, every moment, I am grateful. Oana Pellea, Lari Giorgescu, and… The Little Prince