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Innocence?
Are we supposed to keep in our memory something that is made to be lost? We rarely recollect innocence as something worth keeping a daily reminder of in our society. It is not that innocence is a memory too hard to bear, nor a painful reminder of suffering, thus it makes no sense why we would condemn our memories of innocence.
Toni Morrison makes the case that there is a veil between those who face suffering and those who try to recount the memory of the suffering. She makes known that there is a disconnect between people who have gone through trauma and those who want to understand, but have no themselves gone through the trauma. There is a gap between people who have not shared common experience. Innocence, however, is innate.
But innocence is the exact opposite of suffering, innocence is pure and beautifully naive.
There is no veil between people and innocence, for all people once were innocent. Some were thrown into the cruel realities of life sooner than others, and some were sheltered far too long. Ultimately, everyone loses their innocence. But nobody really seems to care...
It is saddening to me.
That most do not strive to remember their more simpler days. For society is based on vice and evil. Sex, drugs, hate, violence. Narcissistic, individualistic, egotistic. Fueled by a desire to be the best, have the best, and show it off the best.
Our society’s value are skewed. Our society has no innocence.
Innocence has already been lost -- but the memory of innocence. The memory of innocence can still be saved.
To find it within ourselves to remember why children are so happy, so carefree, we must put ourselves back in their shoes. We must not get caught up in the adult world that so demands suffering. We must remember how pure we started, and question why it is impossible to maintain that purity as we grow.
Children are the key to remembering, for only they harbor such a pure characteristic. We should not be so quick to grow up, and we should be quicker to try and go back to our happy innocent stages of life. While one can be happy in adulthood, one can never know the authentic bliss that a child has. A while we may never be able to recreate it, we must still attempt to go back to those times, to hold close our memory of innocence.
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We recount our memories or our childhood. How happy we were when we were playing on the playground. How our imaginations took us to different worlds. How we seemed invincible. How we thought we could never fail.
I wonder when it is that we stop making a point to hold close our memory of innocence, or how many people feel innocence is worth remembering.
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A Letter To Innocence
Our childhoods make up, at this point in our lives, over half of our existence. And while we have memories of the happy days of our youth, fueld by pure naivety and hope, there is something I see disappearing in my friends, and even myself, every day.
Innocence is said to be lost at certain stages of life, however, it is not the loss of innocence itself I am concerned with. For innocence is made to be lost. But I do fear the loss of the memory of innocence.
We are in an interesting place in our lives (college). We are away from home for the first time, we get to govern every choice of our days without supervision (for the most part), we ultimately have a new landscape of freedom at our hands.
Most students take advantage of all the vices college has to offer. The sex, the drugs, the recklessness.
I have seen the ugly that college has to offer. I have seen friends test death, I have seen things I thought only existed in the movies, I have heard stories that bring me to tears.
The irony for me is, every time I see something I am appalled by, I say to myself, “What would his/her parents think?” In no way, shape, or form, do I think young adults should have to live by their parents strict rules. But I connote innocence with parents in a way.
It is not common to want to go back to your innocence as a child, when everything was happy and all your thoughts were pure.
I wonder how often it is that people remember the days when they were truly innocent. When they were not engulfed in society’s expectations of them and gave no regard to the harsh judgments of others.
As we go about our days, oppositions to innocence surround us in every realm of life.
I fear that we will lose our connection to our innocence. That one day we will lose the desire town to recollect our innocence. That one day we will be too far tainted to ever entertain the idea of innocence again.
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