illustration by Audrey Ficociello
As a child you think you need to mature and change so that you can really live.
You need to analyze and sophisticate.
And dress to impress.
You need to know more.
Until you realize that all this time you were trying to become something...that child you once were was everything you should ever be.
Honest and trusting and real and alive.
Go back to where you came from.
And take the wisdom of your many years with you...
Through the hills and valleys of life.
Till you reach the meadow of your youth.