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Act Like An Adult, Think Like A Child



I was working on two articles around midnight which I found difficult to finish working on. I was at work though – night shift. I sat beside Obinna who is chatty by default. We eventually began a discussion that inspired me to write this – to the end. He kept asking if I was making progress on the articles not knowing I had already mentally started another from our conversation, thank you Obinna. I thought I should share the lessons I learned so here we are.

Sometimes we miss being little, how we didn’t have to be bothered about paying bills, romance, friendship drama or career change. It was easy for us to say ‘I want to be a doctor’ and not even doubt for one second if we’ll ever become that which we professed. When someone beats or punishes us, we cry or feel bad for a little while but look for us in the next few minutes; we’re already cool with the person, probably playing rough again already. We had large hearts, full of love and forgiveness though in small bodies.
Someone could tell us they liked us without us trying to interpret the kind of ‘like’ it is or asking questions. Now we have to ask why or wonder if people like us for our body, money, intellect, or other benefit because we believe it’s almost impossible to ‘just’ like someone for no reason.

When anyone promised us something, we hardly doubted if they would fulfill their promises, we just took their word for it while patiently waiting for them to fulfill their promise. Now we no longer believe in promises because we’ve had too many heartbreak experiences caused by people who were once children.

When we were young, little things used to excite us (new toys, teddies, clothes – they still excite me though except the toy part) but now, having those things mean almost nothing to us because we have bigger things to bothered about so no time for unnecessary excitement.
We used to say simple prayers and believe God would answer them but now, even after praying, we mentally make plan b’s, c’s up to plan z in case one doesn’t work out because it’s not as if we don’t trust God, we just don’t ‘trust trust’ him.

Life was less complicated then even with family issues and all other kind of challenges, they didn’t weigh us down enough to make us lose our appetite or refuse going to school but now, people avoid school for the silliest reasons. We will not be able to go back to being children physically but we can work on our minds to think pure thoughts, trust people until they give us reasons not do, and forgive easily. We can only do that if we learn to act like adults and think like children.

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