I like to be surrounded by children because they are strong. Children look weak. They look like vulnerable creatures on the outside, with their small face, delicate skin, short bodies, and innocence. But what amazed me is the fact that they are resilient inside.
Children are resilient. Once they cry their hearts out, and just a little bit of comfort, they will get over stuffs and be able to be happy again.
While we, adults look tough on the outside, we claim that we are smart, strong, and independent. We don't cry right away because we have the power to hold the tears back. What we feel, we hide it in an attempt to act tough- a pretention of who we really are but we end up being trapped by our unreleased emotions. We ruminate from our past and we cannot move on. A little bit of trigger, and all our issues arises. Our distrust shows, our sufferings are then projected to the world, we blame people and justify our misdeeds, our revenge as an act of "justice". But are we happy? NO.
We can never get enough, that is why.
Children are happiness in this cruel world of adults.
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Twisted thoughts
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