Like a Hyacinth flower... (1)

When we are children, we see the world we live in as perfect. Almost we do not perceive the evils and anxieties of this world, which surrounds us like iron chains.

Our childhood is usually filled with many happy moments that we remember with great affection. Like when we learned to ride a bike without the help of our parents, the games we played with our friends or who knows, that delicious cake that only our grandmother makes.

When we are afraid of something or someone, just a loving hug from our beloved parents makes us feel safer than any police could ever do.

And our beloved friends and schoolmates? Surely, we keep most of them in our heart and memory...

But, I'm not going to lie...

I hate them all.

Yes, all of them. no exception to any.

Of course, children are always sincere about what they feel, what they think, what they think. And maybe that sincerity is what we lose the most over time.

We make this shift, because we can't be 100% honest about what we think, especially when it involves what we think of other people. When that happens, however, we live as if the world were one big theater: "A fake smile for you, a fake smile for me, a fake compliment for you, a fake compliment for me". But in our thoughts, phrases and words constantly surround us like insects around a source of light: "How can this guy be so annoying? How ugly! You might as well leave soon".

I don't like this daily "theater" in which we live. But I'm not like those people who say: "Oh, I wish I had the freedom and the courage to say what I think, just like I did as a child". Although it sounds like an attractive idea, we often forget something essential about being "100% sincere". I don't think I'm the most qualified person to debate this subject, because I'm not a good person.

But I know more than anyone...

How cruel can children be.