Free my soul from the anguish of the misery i drowned in. They say the day you stop being a child is the day you lose meaning. The day you stop being a child is the day the world stops spinning, everything becomes stationery: waiting for he second coming of the childhood. The wait lasts an eternity, an eternity more than the precious moments you have left.
Childhood is not merely immaturity, it is a lack of hatred, a lack of apathy. It is the time when only your imagination guides you, no external forces sanction your creative will. Of course your parents try to keep you in line, to limit your imagination. This is where it all goes wrong, it all goes downhill. When doctrines are forced into your precious sponge-like minds; doctrines you will never forget. You may not believe in them, you may rebel. But the fact remains these doctrines remain a part of you till you reach the end of your mortal destination
Religion, habits and everything permanent is created in the childhood mind. It applies to everyone because it applies to me. I am just another mortal no different in speech, thought or appearance than everyone else.
I am 6 billion tiny voices, projecting one view, you are 6 billion voices projecting your own view. Do we really want these voices to be mechanical, without imagination and apathetic. Do we really want to let the warmth of our childhood fade away as the minutes become hours, the hours days and the days weeks. Why let time wear our imagination, she can have our physical features, because at the end of the day they mean nothing (they are merely a shell of who we truly are). She can have our minds, because they only brew conflict, but not the thing which makes us human
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