The beauty of a child's innocence

Upon conflicting values yet again do I return here.
The adult world is so plagued with rottenness...
Progress and development has backfired... look what those things without a pure direction has landed adults in.
Deceit. Lies. Suspicions. Money. Various types of self-justified "success."
That's all they talk about, think about.
They lose the innocence that is so uniquely human that only, so heartbreakingly, belongs to children.
Here I am, on the virge of childhood and adulthood.
From here, I can look into both directions.....
and I can assure you, unlike what my peers would say, I think the childhood is far more colourful and true. From here it's a bleak downhill roll.
Now I can emphasise with so many children's authors.
Peter Pan... Phillip Pullman...
They know, that once we get into the adult world......................................
That nothing is as pure and true as childhood.
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Why do we age?
The sort of examples of "adults" I see hardly encourage me to become like them.
It questions me why one must turn from a child to an adult.
Why degrade oneself from so perfect and innocent a form to a deceitful and meaningless a creature?
Maybe it's the saddest fate everyone has to acquiesce.
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Adult's world... so full of meaninglessness..... so self-justified
So stuck up in the race for better survival......... that valueable qualities that they all once possessed as a child are forgotten... ignored......... totally desensitised, their life becomes a dull shade of grey.
Frankly, I don't know why they live.
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I would love to see adults weak.
That's why I love watching people in wars and disasters.
It brings their true self out... especially adults from their reserved masks.... I love to see faces of desperation... at least it is honest... I would do anything to see a genuine smile or a tear from an adult... at least it will be honest...... So much deceit... in this world...
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They say a person becomes a child three times in their life.
One, when they're a child. Two, when they have their first baby, and realise how valueable a thing they're missing out on in their bleak lives. Three, when they become old, nearing the end of life's journey, and see that, after all that, all those adult-things are meaningless; that a child's imagination can bring more joy than a billion dollars for an adult.
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Please, can someone stop the cogwheel of time... please, please.....T.T I don't want to become a dirty adult myself and forget all these valuable thoughts I had as a child... please, please...