Sometimes I look at people around and realise that each one of them was once a little innocent child. I try to imagine how they looked and what kind of expression they had.
I look at the grumpy office worker and wonder how he acted as a child. I look at that homeless woman and imagine the cheerful girl she once was.
When I see officers with guns on their belt, I imagine their past as children playing with toys
When I see people arguing, I look at these angry faces and realise they were once just scared infants crying for their moms.
It doesn't matter how bad/mean they are now and it doesn't matter if they were bad as children.
When I realise that everyone had a touch of that innocence it becomes hard to judge or be mad at them
I saw a sign the other day that says "Do you remember the war that was started by a child? Neither do we"
I forgot the exact message behind that poster but the saying stuck with me. Wars and children don't go together
We protect our children and try NOT to harm them even if they were the enemies' children
But once they grow up, we forget that ...
What if we remember that everyone were once at that young age and had that beautiful innocence. What if we treat them as if they were still innocent children