A Life Of Innocence

Rithu - SUGARLAND, Texas
Entered on October 22, 2008
Age Group: Under 18
Themes: children

A Life of Innocence

I believe in children. They are the most aesthetic lives on earth. No matter their race, color, or size, their smile can capture anyone’s heart. If anybody asked me for the recipe of beauty, I would tell them to mix a child’s sweetness and innocence together for the perfect results.

The most intriguing character about a child is him or her being themselves. They have no cliques to fit into, or friends they have to impress, or parents to appease. They can laugh at the dumbest thing and no one would laugh at them. They can cry for the silliest reason and people will comfort them. They can fall flat on their face in the middle of a road and a passerby would rather ask if they are okay than snicker behind their back. It is that cannot-hold-grudge-for-long attitude that makes them truly special.

I believe in childhood. It is a phrase of life where memories tend to fade everyday as I grow older. They are the moments I relive when I go through the old, big and falling pages of albums from my diaper times onwards. As I turn each page with caution, I see myself for what I have become over the years. I see my parents, happy but tired of sleepless nights, holding their first-born child with a sense of pride. As I behold my chubby face with a toothless grin, I realize that not everything has changed because I have grown. Yes, I may have grown physically and mentally, but the traits I displayed as a child are still there – deep inside my heart. My mother always used to say I loved chicken and hated milk; surprisingly enough, I still do. Determination to finish something I started existed long before I went to school; be it spreading a cause or a simple chore like doing the laundry, I always finish what I start.

I believe in innocence. I think that it is the one quality that makes a child like a child. I remember one time when I asked my little brother to lie about something. He just blinked his eyes at me and looked like I had just told him to jump off a cliff or something. He just did not know what lying is. He asked “Why do I have to tell momma that?” “Because I said so”, I told him. “But why?” he persisted. That was when I knew the innocence of his heart. A child cannot perceive the potent of lying. They cannot see the reason to lie. If everyone had the innocent heart of a child, what a wonderful place this earth would be!

I remember reading this quote somewhere; it goes something like “Tell the truth, then you will have less to remember.” There are no other perfect words to put this in. Lying might be inevitable at times, but the more truth you tell, the more you feel free – free as a child with no worries.