Dear Adult

Dear Adult,

Why is everything so complicated for you? You seem to interpret more than what anything really means. For anything someone says, they must have meant something by it. It must have had some ulterior motive. Else, why would they say it in the first place? You worry about us kids and scold us for messing up, even if the reasons may have been well out of our control. But when the same mistakes are committed by you, you shall go to no end to justify it.
We of course, have no say in whatever you do. How can we? We're just kids. How much do we understand worldly matters you say? It would surprise you to know actually how much we do.

Weren't you ever a child?
Do you not remember the simple things in life?
Running around the block, arms outstretched, flying off to far-off places in your mind? An adult does the same, he's put in a straightjacket and detained for life in a Godforsaken jailhouse for the mentally retarted. That must surely mean all children are born insane.

We hold hands when we walk, be it a boy or girl. It feels nice. That's it. Two young adults do the same, the boy is beaten up by the girl's relatives, the girl is publicly humiliated and blamed to have shamed the family's name. Surely the boy must have tricked the girl into holding hands. Then he shall run away with the girl, do bad things to the girl and leave her. All that speculations just for holding hands. Try holding hands yourself, with a friend if nothing else. Adults forget the value of companionship.

Everything has to have an ulterior motive.

Do you remember finding an extra chocolate and giving it to someone else and simply saying "Gift." Do you? An adult does the same and he's labelled corrupt. A box of sweets on diwali must definitely mean he's planning to come to you for some favour. Why else would he bother to send such an expensive gift to you?

Reasons reasons reasons. Why do you complicate stuff?

You blame us for making you worry. Yet, you fight amongst yourselves. Do you really think we do not know what happens behind those closed doors? You make us worry too. We observe, dear adult, and we understand more than you ever shall. Life's simple for us kids. It makes everything much much clearer. There's always some whites, some blacks, and few greys. Sometimes it feels like your life is just a mixed bag of greys.

These were just some of the things that I could think of. Truth be told, there's numerous others. You just have to look with your heart as we do. I request you, adult, to please act. Act now and save yourselves from the deep pit that you have dug for yourselves. Not everything is as simple as it appears. Yes you've told me so many times. Today, I tell you, not everything has to be so complicated. It's your life. Whatever you may say, it's up to you to control it.

Sometimes I feel growing up is a bad thing. Of what I see, adults stop listening to their hearts. I can still hear mine. It whispers to me whenever I go wrong. Try waking your heart up sometime. It's still there.
I have faith in you. Have faith in yourself.

Take care,

With lots of love and the biggest hugs my tiny arms can give,
Child.