I always tell people that I actually enjoy playing solo piano than teaching piano. And I always tell others that I would not have kids because I am not sure if I can take care of someone well, not even a puppy. I didn't realize how much I love children... until I submerged myself among them, and became a child again.
It's always been my belief that anger is a normal human natural reaction when someone piss you off, but what you choose to do with such anger is a choice; Likewise, liking someone is a normal human natural reaction when you find someone attractive, but choosing to respond to that feeling of "like" by making commitment and taking action, that's love, it's a choice. Children are like water, emotions floating on the water, never stop, never stay, never leave a scar on the surface of the water - they never hold the grudge, they never fail to love, as if they never need to put effort to fight against those natural human reactions, like they never have to "make a decision" to make the right choice but just naturally constantly making the right choice - choice of loving and forgiving.
Their simplicity is complex - I can't even imagine how much effort it takes to be that simple. If the word "naive" implies a certain amount of stupidity, they're definitely not naive - they simply have less life experience than adults, one is naive only when he has enough life experiences but still acts stupidly. They care about the pattern on your T-shirt, they care about what kind of color pens you have in your bag, they care about your little tiny paper cut on your finger, they even care about the color of that bandage on that finger. They never ask you what's your big plan after graduation, never ask how much money you're making, never ask about your life goal and dreams. Look at the world through their eyes, you would pick up so so so much more details, so so so much more color, so so so much more surprises. Aren't these what everybody hopes his lover or significant other would do for him? Like caring about every single micro-emotion you have without complaining doubting questioning? They have the power to stop time, dissolve chaos, evaporate boundary and rigidness, and rewrite your identity when they turn back time and bring you back to your origin. I lost count how many times, the despairing dirty world makes me want to crawl back into my mother's womb and reboot my life. What stops my way to the womb, is the memory of childhood - the memory of living on the complicated simplicity, the time when there was no time, the young me when there was no age.
Not quite sure who is the teacher who is the student here, who is learning from who...
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