Listen, little child

Little child...

You never stop asking. You want the answers for everything. "What is this?" you ask. "Why is it like this..." This curiostity is a good thing. Treasure it while it lasts because as times pass, you will lose it eventually...

I have forgotten what it was like, to see everything as a new thing, to want to learn, to want to understand instead of just accepting things as they are. Come to think of it, it is not that ridiculous when you ask why red is called red, why you have to be afraid of police officers, why people have to make a big fuss on some political issue, why we must cry during a funeral when that person is now enjoying in Heaven, why you can't draw on the wall when it's so empty, why people are always saying they love you but do not say that to each other...

Innocent little child, you have all the right to have the answers to your questions. But I know, you were always being called to stay silent. All because people who were supposed to have the sense and knowledge enough to know more do not know how to answer you. I am so sorry. I am afraid I can't help much...

Cute little child, stay true to your dreams. Be good, although I do not know what will become of you in years to come. Criminals did not born to be one. Liars did not born as one. Neither did selfish businessmen nor did any other irresponsible people. You should stick to your beliefs. Do not be easily influnced by others. Listen to your heart...

You deserve so much more...

Little child, make a difference, in thinking, in perceptions, in this world... Make this a better place to live in. Give it hope. Let it shine...

We deserve much more...