I’ve read the little prince three times in my life, once as a teenager and twice as an adult. In every read, I had a different interpretation and feelings. I felt sad when I first read it, peaceful the second time and sad the third time. What makes this story so unique is that it can have different interpretations depending on the angle we see it from and therefore trigger different feelings.
Did the little prince ever grow up? Did he ever bring his sheep back to his planet? Did the sheep eat the little prince’s only friend? All those are questions that I will never know the answer to. Maybe the ending is as simple as the story format: He’s got bitten by a snake and died. But who likes straightforward conclusions?
I think that the way people interpret the story says a lot about themselves. The little prince is a solo traveller, he met a lot of people during his travels, this may be some people’s dream life.
He’s also alone in his tiny planet, the only friend he has is a vain and arrogant flower. He loves her because he doesn’t really have a choice. That’s also something that a lot of people can relate to.
Even if it’s technically fiction, I find it one of the most relatable books that I’ve read. The little prince is not just a book that I’ve read once upon a time. It’s a person that lives and breathes in a small corner of my brain, I do remember him from time to time, I remember a lonely person looking for something, a connection and meaning.
It’s crazy how the uncomplicated things have the most significant impact. How a non-real character generates real feelings, and how it simply and efficiently teaches us to see things from different perspectives.
Do you see a hat or a boa digesting an elephant?
I see both.