Childhood

Once upon a time, there was a world that is now long lost. This was the world of childhood. The world of which you felt to be the Emperor, which you felt to know and master exactly. It was a world that was completely lacking doubt and self-consciousness. Rather, you were angry at the adults who behaved as if they knew everything better although you knew that they were wrong and you were the one who knew the absolute truth.

You entered this world at the age of three, when you suddenly had this thought: "I am something." This was your first real thought, the first one you still remember. You sensed the people around you and your superiority. You realized their doing research on subject like education, how to bring up children best, and noticed how wrong they were with their interpretations of babies' facial expressions. Of course you knew it better, you were in possession of the knowledge, but people didn't listen to you.

Then you grew older and you gradually became one of them. No longer proud of your childhood, forgetting the truth. Longing for becoming one of them, one of the disoriented people who were trying to find the truth in endless debates. Everything that used to be clear vapourized. You were adapting yourself to the outer world, to the inferior world, integrating and assimilating yourself until you became one of the many who had long lost the truth and would never be able to find it again.

Afghanbashi of The Afghanistan Posse

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