Let us forgive our child selves.
The world is not kind to children. Children who see its thresher sharks, rocket ships, octopi – then are told to bury it. Are told there is nothing sacred in it – in themselves. Are told they are cursed along with it. It must have been crippling for us. We who were too young to trust ourselves.
Let us find the weeping child in us and whisper he was right to believe.