This late Sunday afternoon I sit on the floor in a “play area” watching my baby cousin float around. With confidence I can say that there is nothing more refreshing than the innocence of a child.
It’s free of worry, honest and as real as anything can be. There are no expectations, so he roams around looking for the next exciting moment, he giggles and screams and onto the next he goes.
Every emotion is heightened and without excuse. Just because he can he will and who’s to stop him, nobody. Instead we clown around like children to cater to his mood, it’s funny, the joke is on us.
Écrire,ns. 