A memory of the book "The wind in the willows" just popped up in my mind. It was written by its author Kenneth Grahame for his son (weak and unhealthy boy) to ignite joy of life, joy of existence for him. I can feel this message with all my soul.
If I would be one of the characters of it I probably would be Badger, a farouche being living deep in The Wild Wood. You definitely can't scare me with the Wild Wood :)
I find this book to be so endlessly beautiful and touching.