Kids keep it simple, adults make it heavy. Somewhere along the way we trade honesty for masks, trust for fear, and truth for pride. Maybe growing up isnβt about getting harderβbut about keeping alive that kid inside, simple and real.
Kids are simple. What they feel is what they show. Sad? They cry. Happy? They laugh. No masks, no acting.
Adults? Complicated. They hide what they feel. They act strong when theyβre weak. They say βIβm fineβ when theyβre not. Life gets heavy with too many layers.
Kids trust. They believe without overthinking. They hold your hand and feel safe. Adults doubt. They want proof, logic, control. Fear wins over trust.
Kids learn fast. They listen, they ask, they try. Adults say, βI know already.β They close their ears. They build walls.
Maybe thatβs why life feels harder when we grow up. We trade truth for image, trust for pride, openness for fear.
Kids donβt chase power. Theyβre not worried about being the best. They just play, share, laugh, and move on. Adults keep scoreβwhoβs richer, smarter, stronger. Who wins, who loses. Thatβs where the weight begins.
The highest kind of life isnβt about climbing up. Itβs about going low. Being small enough to listen. Humble enough to say sorry. Real enough to love without conditions.
Maybe growing up shouldnβt mean growing harder. Maybe it means keeping alive that kid insideβsimple, trusting, and real.
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