WE CAN LEARN FROM CHILDREN

Children are smarter than adults, if they want to say hi, they tell you, they write to you, they call you … simply because they are real. How many times have you done what you felt, simply because it was right to do it; then you realized that being a child in a world complicated by walls and borders is really difficult and so you stopped.
CHILDREN KNOW HOW TO LIVE IN THE PRESENT:

if you have ever talked to a child on the phone and to find out how he is and what he is doing, you have asked him "Love, what are you doing?" (meaning: you are playing, you are doing your homework, etc.), he will most likely reply: “I'm talking to you on the phone!”.

CHILDREN ARE SPONTANEOUS:
children do not know judgments, spite, resentments and diatribes, they always tell you in the face what they feel and do not come up with ways of behaving different from those manifested by their own nature.

They can't keep up with the cumbersome tricks of adults. For example, if the family goes on an appointment together and arrives late due to a slowness in the preparations, probably, since we adults often make up excuses for fear of being judged, the adult would say: "Sorry, we're a little bit too late. delay, there was a lot of traffic ”.

The child, on the other hand, if left free to express himself, replies with the truth: “Mother couldn't find anything she liked to wear!”.

CHILDREN TRUST IN THEIR SKILLS:
When children are born they cannot do anything: they cannot write, read, speak, draw, count, dance, etc. yet they immediately try to learn all these new things without being afraid of not succeeding. This is because children have confidence in their abilities and when it comes to trying to do something new they certainly don't think “I can't do it” or “if I do it for sure I fail” but they just try. And the beauty is that they do it regardless of the opinions of others.
DO NOT HOLD A GRUDGE:
Even children sometimes lose their temper when they argue with other children or with their parents, but it takes very little to make them smile again. For the child, resentment is an unknown feeling because he has the ability to forgive and instantly forget a wrong he has suffered; adults, after an argument, are capable of holding their faces for days, of breaking up a relationship and of mulling over it, only hurting themselves.
Here, in my opinion, schools should be born in which children are the teachers and adults, sitting in their desks, re-learn how to behave in life to be happy. There could be lessons on enthusiasm, fantasy and imagination, on how to enjoy nothing and lots of games and smiles.

STORY OF A CLOSED MOUTH

There is a person, alone, leaning against a window overlooking the world, he looks but has his eyes closed, he is unable to see. He hears all the noises in the world: cars that run, children who laugh, those who cry, adults who fight, what they love. The leaves that move resting on the wind, the clouds that move, the water that flows in the rivers, which ends up in the seas, in the puddles, down the gutters. He hears everything but cannot hear. He answers everything but is unable to speak. He would like to touch everything but is unable to move out of that window. There is this person who is desperate, but does not want to cross that fine line. Every day he looks, listens, answers. After months she starts crying every night, she was missing something that could not exist for her. Standing on the windowsill he screams, but no one can hear, because he cannot speak. He decides to go up on that windowsill every day, to make his voice heard. And scream, scream, scream. Then one afternoon he freezes with his mouth ajar and whispers. "Is it I who cannot speak, or the others who are unable to listen to me?" The closed mouth, a weight in the void, the hair resting on the wind, the clouds move. Then there is the land, a lot of land. Above, below, everywhere. Its branches sway, the leaves dance forced by the force of the wind, the roots are well planted up to the center of the earth. Every day he listens to the birds singing, the squirrels chasing each other, the clouds that move, the water that flows in the rivers, which ends up in the seas, in the puddles, down the gutters. Children laugh, others cry sometimes. Some adults kiss there, in the shade of her hair. The answer comes like a blizzard. It is others who are unable to listen.

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