In life, we face so many hardships and struggles. But as much pain we face, we also face so many beautiful moments. And a majority of the beautiful moments we face comes from our childhood. But as we grow up – from a child to an adolescent, then to an adult – we tend to forget about all the happy and joyful memories of our childhood. Yes, so do I. This is the reason why I believe that the best way to live life is to be like a child – no selfishness, no deceiving, no greed, no cheating, but simply “innocent”. Living with the mind of a child not only leads ourselves to living a genuinely happy life, but also leads us to share such happiness with others. When we are able to break the barriers between us – barriers that are filled with competition, rivalry, and fight – and open up ourselves to one another, it is no doubt that all of our lives will be so much richer. Mankind has created society, not simply to promote repression (which is what many of us believe to be all there is in our society), but to bring more depth to our lives through living with others. Indeed, it is so easy to surrender to society’s promotion of “survival of the fittest” and look at the people around us only through an eye of competition; but in fact, it is so much easier – and rewarding – if we choose to take a different path: a path of innocence. Just like children do (even without realizing), looking at others through an eye of purity is what the modern day society really needs. If we all tried to recall the joyful memories of our childhood one by one, day by day, and become more “childlike”, life would be so much more amazing for both you and me.
And because this blog post was inspired by my 12-year-old little brother Elliot, I would like to give him recognition – in a slightly different way. He has always been my little teacher from time to time without even realizing that he was – how great is that? if you could accomplish something without even trying 🙂 Today, I came across a small piece of writing he wrote for homework. The topic of the writing was fear – for us, adults, (although technically, I’m an adolescent) if we were told to write about how we were able to overcome our fear, we would strangle ourselves to pick out a moment in our life when we faced such and such adversities, but later on stood upon them and became some greater human being – and of course, add some exaggeration and a few failed attempts of witty sayings. Yes, everyone faces some sort of hardships in life, which means anyone can write such stories. However, not many can make the topic our own – something of genuineness, sincerity, and warmth. Something simple, yet meaningful. The story that my little brother wrote – the writing itself – is really not anything about morality or ethics – it’s just a small story about ghosts. It doesn’t imply anything, really, about life or society or the world; it’s just a simple piece of writing. But what it does have is a sense of innocence, purity, and unintended humor (which is something adults certainly don’t have). And that’s what was able to carry me back to my old days of childhood, hopefully for you too.
What I’m afraid of and How did I Faced it?
By Elliot Kim
When I was 11, I had a friend name Carlos. He came to my house, and we played a horror computer game at about 7 pm. The game was about escaping Freddy Krueger’s old abandoned house. About one hour later, we beat the game, by killing Freddy with holy water.
After we beat the game, Carlos told me about Freddy Krueger. He said Freddy Krueger is a horror character who goes around and kills people in their nightmare. After he told me about the story, my body was shaking, and I couldn’t help to sleep. I was very scared. But, a brilliant idea popped up in my head. As I said, at the final round of the game, we kill Freddy by pouring holy water at the right timing. Also, something just said in my head.
It was Carlos saying “In order to make holy water, you need to put 1 gram of salt in a water. So, I went to the dark kitchen, (it scared the heck out of me, because it was very late, about 2 am –;) and got the salt, and carefully poured it in the cup of water. I delicately settled the cup down, (So that nobody can wake up) and slept quietly.
The next day, I told my mom what I did and she started laughing. I didn’t know why, and she said ghosts aren’t real, and God will protect me or something. So, after the “Talk”, I knew it was immature to believe in ghosts or do all those stuffs. I was happy to know that ghosts aren’t real, and ever since I knew ghosts aren’t real, I slept with no problems.
To me, it’s funny and inspiring at the same time how he, as a child, interprets “fear” as something so shallow, yet touching – a ghost like Freddy Krueger – and “overcome” as something so superficial, yet humorous – holy water AKA “water with 1 gram of salt”. Do you see now? This is the power of innocence.