As a grown up, I have realised, albeit a lil painfully.... that the child I used to be was right.
For a kid-its usually simple: black is black and white is just white, there are no complex shades -jet black, cream white, pearl white, or coal black... you get my drift?.....like we have them in the grown up world.
There is none of the complex thinking and the messy wishing and longing. None of the mysterious happy- sad fusion feelings.
I want to hold on to that child, I want to hold on naivety, the open hearts and open doors, and the free spirit of just being.
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