I miss my childhood. I miss my innocence. I miss looking at the world where I thought everything was alright.
Don't we all miss it? Deep down inside we long for that again?
Maybe it's just me, but maybe not.
We used to have that childlike innocence. The one that protected us from the harshness of the world.
We used to think everything was fine. The world was great world was great where we can roam the worls carefree.
A child's instinct was thinking everthing is fine. A child's instinct was helping someone in need right away. A child's instinct was to comfort at the first sign of trouble.
Well, we aren't children anymore. We've grown up. We lost our childlike innocence and we have lost the child's instinct.
That day we lost that could be one of the saddest days. Not the saddest, but definetely heartbreaking. We lost part of ourselves that day. We were introduced to the real world that day.
The day we lost that instinct and innocence, we saw death, pain, sorrow, war, suffering. We heard of rape, abusion, loss, and the screams of those who cry out for help.
I dont know about you, but I miss a child's instinct and innocence.