In childhood, we always expect miracles. We are not afraid of expecting, and we see miracles everywhere. Childhood is safe and full of hope. Children are cared for and protected. Life is full of surprises: around every corner, presents await. The future is bright and far away.
In adulthood, we are expected to make miracles ourselves. We are ashamed of expecting, of asking for more. We see obstacles and threats everywhere. Adulthood is unsafe and fraught with fears. Adults face challenges, they fight to survive. Life is full of uncertainty and loss. The future is daunting, it is fleeting, it is now.
Kids are light-hearted whilst adults are vigilant. All decisions have consequences. “It’s hot, don’t touch it” — the child stops, the adult analyses.
There are no instructions on how to live, so we live in fear of missing the sign of danger. Adults know the concept of death, they anticipate it, they fight against it, always. Children live life never-ending.
Adults have will. Adults have purpose. Adults have freedom. They give meaning to life. They design their universe. They do not have limits nor restraints — they are creators.
Children expect miracles. Adults create miracles.
Children never die. They become adults.