There was a river

a river that was covered with people’s sparks.

That water was under those hearts.

It smiled when he saw their smiles,

when the kindness ruled,

When the flowers bloomed and the birds chirpped all morning.

But one day that river turned into a river

little by little

the sparks got lost.

People decided to start gossiping,

envying others,

and stoped blessing people’s lives.

The river’s water was now seen

and the river’s spark had left everyones eyes.

The moon would never hide,

the sun was left behind,

and the river grew

because it would always cry.

It was cold, always wishing to be covered with peace and love.

But the people hated even more.

one said, “what. has happned to this place, its all dark and ugly”

another one said, “it’s all their fault.”

and slowly everything got dry.

The river got dry.

That river.

My river.

I started opening my eyes and lost a part of the child in me.

I started noticing why people think the way they do.

And i said, “well it makes sence.”

i started understanding that if we don’t defend ourselves we’re gonna end up crying.

So i said, “it’s all their fault.”

But i remember that little girl who told my mom,

“why do they do that, thats not nice.”

or,

“mom i dont understand what they mean by this.”

or,

“it’s not fair for them, poor people.”

or,

“when i grow up…"

The river left, i was a nice inocent soul who would always care for others no matter how much they harmed me or others.

When they said,

“money isn’t happines” i

was sure they were right.

because happines was me playing with my siblings.

But then i started working, and without money, we have nothing.

I didn’t like how i was thinking, but it was true somehow.

as i child i thought, “why do these songs even exists?”

But now i love those songs so much.

i even hate myself a little too much.

“why do i like them now?”

because there is nothing wrong with them, but i knew there was once.

maybe everyone can’t help the way they think.

They want to believe what their little them used to believe,

but somehow hearts have changed and there is no reason why.

I understand why people say,

“we should be more like children"

And they just stare at us like saying, “then why don’t you just see the good in the world?’

And they’re right. i was right. but now i understand why those adults couldn’t be like little me.