My Stereotypes

They are not lying when they say children represent naiveté, and that ignorance is bliss. When I was a child, the happiness that I experienced was so much more freeing than now. I felt invincible. The struggles to this day that I have surpassed would have left me beyond perplexed at a younger age. When I was a child, I imagined my teenage years to be full of new experiences and happiness. When I was a child, I never would have imagined these new experiences would bring pain. The pain of heartbreak, struggle within the family, loss.
Though, through these obstacles, I never would have become the person I am. I would not consider myself to be as kind, patient, understanding, or empathetic. To be as resilient. Having my own stereotypical teenage meltdown has forced me to change my perspective on life’s outcomes. Not everything will be perfect, and I will make mistakes, however it is from these that I must accept, forgive, and move on. A concept that never would have resonated with me as a kid. A series of events in my life has led me to the realization that we must
Being an innocent child, the perfect image of ignorance, strolling through my days with bright eyes, an open mind, and a soft heart, all untouched by the struggles in the world, I was uninterested in this instruction. The weight of this advice was lifted by the absence of the brutality of experiences, and inevitably vanished without a second thought. However first time experiences with rejection, failure, heartbreak, or loss of a loved ones teaches what life is about, more than words ever could, which is the true pain of