What happens when we grow up? At one point in our lives we have such a sense of innocence, of wonder, and we look at the world in a way that defies logic and explains away the rational in a manner that adults seem to have forgotten. It’s roughly the same way for every generation, as each one of us has to deal with the idea of growing up in a different manner. Some are allowed to retain their childhood innocence until they’re ready to let go, while others are forced to relinquish it early on. But few of us ever have the ability to claim that we never knew what it was to be a child at one point and time.
It’s a different state of mind.
When going back to the places you remember as a child everything tends to seem different. Places, items, and pretty much everything seems smaller, diminished somehow. Some would attribute this to being a grown up, to being bigger and wiser than we were when we were still children. But another theory is that when we are children we’re allowed to see the world as it should be, the world in a state of continual wonder and awe that makes being a child so wonderful. As we grow we forget that wonder as we become aware of the wider world beyond our scope, as well as the reality that exists beyond the one we make for ourselves as children.
The magic is still there, but through the eyes of a child it is far more potent than it will ever be through the eyes of an adult. Ever wonder why that is?
Upon growing up we lose our innocence, no matter which path we take.
The innocence of a child has less to do with age than it does with seeing the world in a certain light. Experience does not always bring wisdom, nor does age bring about clarity. We receive this when we are young, but lack the experience to understand the full capacity of our innocence or why it’s important. It’s ironic then by the time we are grown that we have all but lost the capacity to reclaim it even as we begin to understand it.
Your childhood is not baggage unless you make it so.
Your childhood should never be burden, as even the worst childhood that can be imagined holds at least a glimmer of hope, of wonder, and of that innocence that is so important. Holding onto that piece of the past is not a refusal to let go, it is a reminder that there was a time in your life when you were truly innocent, and the world not yet shown you what lays beyond the veil of your imagination. Reminding yourself how to look at this world around us with a sense of awe and profound joy is an attempt to rekindle that spark that all of us once had.