As we grow up, the ultimate fact is that things get complicated. What is it with the aimless search for peace when all we ever do is make our very existence as troublesome as we could?
I could still remember the days when one small lollipop could heal any kind of pain. There was not a single thing to worry about.
Innocence, what is it really? Is it our lack of knowledge about things or is it a deeper kind of ignorance? Is it our lack of direction that judges our kind of innocence?