As a child, one looks at the world so simply. Without malice and hatred that comes with age. No cynicism. Just pure unadulterated view of the world. It is us who then spoil that pristine canvas with tales of fear and horror. The bugbear of control, manifested through threats of abandonment and various punishments for the free willed behaviour.
I don’t remember a time when I had the same innocence. I guess some of us grew up too fast. We were introduced to the realities of life early on. What did they lead to? An undying urge to preserve the innocence where it exists. But is it that easy?
One may have to stay fully shielded from the external world, just like Prince Siddhartha was. But then life catches up eventually. How does one preserve the child like wonder?
