Innocence is underrated

They say that as a child having innocence is inevitable. It is something we all grow through; and at times, stick with.

Innocence is often associated with purity and the good, and often times with naivety and stupidity; and anything contradicting is thus evil and adulterated, and sometimes, mature.

Innocence is many things. Some may think it to be a hindrance and a fallacy, and I don’t blame them for thinking such a thought; there is naivety involved in most occasions of innocence.

But I can’t help but fawn over past experiences, or in this case, inexperiences.

There are just days I wish I didn’t know the things I knew; to be innocent from knowledge, from exposure to it. But of course, as a part of the developing race, I take it back a few thought bubbles after.

I do believe innocence is underrated. It is something that touches us all, even past childhood. It is with us when we are faced with the unknown, it is with us in times of fear and emotional trials. Is not raw emotion in itself pure and innocent?

We undermine innocence in hopes of looking older, sounding more mature thus expecting acceptance into adulthood. We push it back and cage it to an era, to an age. We think highly of ourselves when we succeed. This is where our fault lay.

We associate it only with youth, with the bearings of our childhood. It is wrong to equalize it with such. Innocence is not a shirt we outgrow. It stays with us ‘til the end; its just pushed aside as the time goes on.

Innocence is with us. It is only consciously ignored.