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We are, above all, children. We come from different breeds, different backgrounds, different ethnicities, but regardless, we remain children. We are molded and shaped by what we experience, either beaten to a disfigured pulp or sculpted into paragons, but we will always be children. We can feign adulthood by dressing ourselves up in expensive clothes and insisting on sagacity, but we will almost always find fart jokes funny. That is both the beauty and terror of humanity: that we maintain a level of perpetual childhood within us.

It is beautiful because, what is a child if not curious? If not adventurous? A child can ask simple yet complex questions, such as "what is light made of," and work all his/her life in search of that answer, because that childhood yearning for knowledge will always remain. Children are the most miraculous of creatures because they will always find fun and wonder in the simplest of activities.

But childhood presents a two-faced portrait, because while a child can be exceptional, he/she can also be terrible. All children have wants, throw tantrums, demand attention, and act in various ways that might not be socially acceptable; it is up to the parent to teach the child. After all, we all start as blank palettes upon which our parents paint; if our parents demonstrate a particular dexterity with painting, teaching us how to be good people not just in our own interest but in the interest of others, we should grow to be respectable, friendly people. Contrarily, if a parent paints a picture of supremacy or cannot imbue some sense of empathy to their child, then that child is likely to view anyone different from them as unworthy. If the parent does not bother with the child, then the child will never know what it is to be a good person; the same goes for abusive parents.

There are too many bent and broken children, either due to their parents or their peers. Some end up labeling these children as "crazy" or "insane" or a plethora of definitions to explain their behavior, but nothing will ever be as accurate as "broken" or "unloved". It is a hollow, gut-wrenching, shred-your-insides feeling to be this way, because all these children want is love and friendship.

So before you call someone "weird" because they are alone, or dress in a different way, or do something differently, ask them why. Ask them why, not because you're offended or trying to offend them, but because you're genuinely curious. We are all children, after all, and our curiosity knows no bounds.

That's all for now, 
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