I feel a child is both the most naive and intelligent of all people. A child’s trust is not hard to earn, but it is also not hard to lose. Children will look at your soul. They will see all your actions and praises and misgivings deliberately. When you are a child, you don’t weigh the stresses and emotions that play into a person’s demeanour, you just see it for what it is.
Those whom children bond with are those who provide sustenance in life, love, and learning more so than any other. They are someone who has witnessed you at every stage of life and every turn of fortune. They know you, and they know you on a deeper level than that which you can even contemplate sharing.
I feel like I don’t have anyone like that. I feel like I am detached from most people in my life, because no one really understands me the way a childhood companion would. Who do I look back towards fondly? Who do I relate my experiences with? I haven’t grown next to anyone. I’m always branching further away in my own direction.
Children are lucky. They get to network and learn and thrive. They get to make mistakes, take chances, and fail. They get to grow into a world that’s devastatingly hard to handle, but they get to share that burden intimately with a safety net of people familiar to their cause.
As good a childhood as I experienced, there’s a part of me that lends myself to the notion that a childhood is what I never had.