Sometimes, I envy children, they can laugh, cry, shout, fight without others judging them, they are tended to, cared for, spoiled rotten without people thinking it’s strange, to humans, it’s the way it should be; but not for grownups.
If you cry and ask for affection: you are labeled needy and insecure.
If you seek the attention of the people you love: you are an attention-seeker and a show-off.
If you laugh too loud: you are rude and you can even be labeled a “ho”.
If you fight with someone: you are not forgiven and misunderstood.
That’s only part of it… sometimes when I’m sick, lonely or bored, I wish someone could talk to me, or read to me till I fall asleep just like I used to when I was a kid.
Now, being independent and self-sufficient, I read myself to sleep or listen to an audiobook with a stranger’s voice, I talk with myself to solve my personal issues that I can’t share with anyone, and I try to pull it together ALL the time, or else I’ll be branded a “drama queen” or worst “she melts down under any pressure”. How did humans label our simple needs in such a harmful way? How come that the most natural of feelings seem wrong even a weakness when they’re purely felt?
I think grownup humans could learn a thing or two from children. Their sympathetic fun nature, their joy, their honesty, their clear needs and giving affections. I seriously don’t understand what happened to make children grow into an unfeeling group of adults, who are ashamed and insecure to state how they really feel, without sarcasm, without prejudice, without hiding behind words they don’t mean and actions that are deceitful or simply untrue.
What does it take to be kind? To be fun? To be forgiving? To be human? To be truly unapologetically you?