If I Were A Baby Again

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“If I were baby again”, I can’t say whether I would be happier or not...But I know one thing that I would not be as happy as I conceive about it today. Somehow I feel retrospection makes things brighter and colourful. And might be my imagination due to retrospection would just virtually increase the intensity of happiness...

 

The word “baby” stands for two meanings to me...

First...One who is innocent; new to the world; without any judgement of right or wrong; unbiased; spontaneous; original; jovial; playful; unknown to trickeries of the world...

Second...  One who needs help; who is dependent; who needs care; who is incapable to do many things he wishes; one who is not fit to survive in this practical world...

Amazingly, in the journey of life, for being independent; for being fit to survive one has to lose one’s innocence and has to learn trickeries of world...

I feel when you are new to the world...when you have so many things to explore...when you see the things without any prejudices...You start seeing things beautiful...that exactly happens to a baby...For him everything is new. The leaf of trees, the round marbles and the greenery of grass appear so tempting and enchanting to him...He even doesn’t know how the society has prioritized and valued the things, for him everything holds equal value, either it is diamond or a small marble...

Whenever we see a baby, it reminds us our lost innocence, freshness and newness...the love and care of our parents and siblings; the new zest and excitement of life; uncrushed curiosity...and this remembrance makes the baby more loving and beautiful...For me, seeing a baby and playing with him is more enjoying than being a baby...  

I think that a baby also feel helplessness when he saw his elder brother cycling, playing games which he cannot; doing things he is incapable for...And in this way might be he can feel a tinge of slavery due to his current situation and starts dreaming to be young soon....

Can we not develop same innocence, same curiosity; same newness, same playfulness, same freshness, more precisely a baby like nature? I feel we can...There are so many new things; unexplored things; beautiful things;...and if we start learning new things; start searching unexplored things; start feeling the beauty in integrity, in wholeness ...We can taste the same freshness, same breeziness and same innocence, we used to feel when we were a baby...

So for me it is hard to choose if I am given a choice between being a baby again and remain in the same age...And if anyhow God makes me baby again, I would try to preserve the innocence, the spontaneity, the freshness and the curiosity which I today feel, has been dried out to get the things which are thought to be fit for survival in this practical world....

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