A
few days back I found myself sifting some thoughts… and on an impulse
put them on paper. I expect this is a part 1 and will go through much
improvisation… but felt like sharing it for whatever it is worth in its
first cut…
The Loss of Naivette
Life
robs you of innocence. The shining faces and glowing hearts with which
we set forth into this world soon become tarnished by the harsh, acidic
realities of life. We give these realities the name of ‘Experience’; and
what we lose in the soft warmth of innocence we gain in the hard, cold
armor of self-preservation. This is the obvious; the not-so-obvious is
the cyclical nature of this ‘evolution’ …a constant revolution if you
may. It almost seems like we let loose a chain reaction every time we
open ourselves to a new experience! In corollary, is it in order to
reclaim our naïveté that we crave the novel?
The
taking up of a new hobby to overcome heartbreak, the buying of an
object to get over an intangible loss …a fresh start is almost always an
attempt to feel once again the purity of hope, the squeaky cleanness of
a fresh slate. A fresh page comes with no guarantees… but in opening
it, in opening the doors for new people, we try to find the trust we
lost in our old relationships. In finding a new place, we search for
proof that our beliefs will be rewarded by a change of circumstances.
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