And they are so much better, too. I remember when I was a little girl, I could stare out into this humongous world and smile, thinking everyone was good, pure, loving. I could instantly become friends after two minutes of play with another random child, no matter their race. I had the courage to ask anyone- child or adult- if they believed in God and told them He loved them. I could dream every dream imaginable and still believe with such zeal that they could happen, like flying in space to see our planet Earth. I seldom feared but saw such bold potential in everything. As soon as I was introduced to the world firsthand, a change took place. The faces that could make me smile have now made me expressionless, confused at this world. Why must be have motives, conceits, desires, a human nature that corrupts? Why can't we be...
good? We are irrevocably flawed and I don't think I will ever get used to that. You know, sometimes I wish I could be four years old again and look out at this world as my inspiration. A part of me knows the same person is in there, but fearful that she can never take back all she has seen, done, and said.
A child is but an innocent, pure, gentle spirit. Good. And I am afraid I have lost hold of who I once was.
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