Childish happiness

Since graduating from university, I have worked with teenagers as my target service group. My older colleagues on the previous team often advised me to project a more mature image in front of the teens. They emphasized that I should avoid showing any indication of liking toys, children's stories, or other items typically associated with youth. Honestly, I find it exhausting to pretend I don't enjoy those types of things that many adults still appreciate. It has led me to ponder why certain simple pleasures become linked with being immature as one ages.

Yesterday, I visited a bookshop and grabbed a few Little Miss books. I'm at a loss for words to describe the sheer joy I experienced while reading those children's books. The stories may be simple, but they overflow with imagination and entertainment. How can anyone not appreciate these books? We all crave inspiration that pushes us to think outside the box, don't we? Moreover, the characters are exceptionally well-crafted, possessing delightful personalities and a friendly demeanor. The stories serve as a reminder to treat one another with kindness, showcasing how a simple act of goodwill can profoundly improve our world. Don't you believe that all of us could benefit from reading them?

(Little Miss Twins is one of the books from the series I read yesterday)


I have no idea why there is a belief that being an adult means we can't enjoy toys. Personally, I have a deep affection for stuffed animals. Every day, I find solace in hugging, sleeping, and talking to them. There is something special about their innocent smiles. In moments when I feel tired and disheartened by the state of the world, they never fail to smile back at me, reminding me to find reasons to smile as well. Their little cheerful faces are a constant reminder to look on the bright side and find the silver linings in our lives.

In my opinion, the enjoyment of certain things knows no age limit. It does not make us any less adult-like to appreciate and find joy in these simple pleasures. After all, true adulthood is not defined by disliking so-called "childish" enjoyments. Rather, it is characterized by a sense of responsibility, emotional intelligence, and the ability to take care of ourselves and others. Therefore, we should just embrace what brings us joy and happiness, regardless of societal expectations or age-related stereotypes. Life is meant to be enjoyed, and finding solace in the things we love, whether they are toys, hobbies, or any other harmless enjoyment, is a vital part of that. 

Comments

  1. I totally agree! Today, we talked in philosophy class about a book called "in search of lost time" by Marcel Proust. It's about him realising that adulthood is very monotonous and that he stopped being happy as he was in his childhood. So, he decides to search happiness again. I don't know but I feel like childhood is actually what we search, I always feel a great connexion everytime I see something that reminds me of the beautiful world I've created as a child.

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  2. Hey Meri :)
    Thank you for the comment and share this story with me. I am surprised that you guys have philosophy classes at France High School! I am so sad that society set an age limit to happiness, which is so lame!

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  3. I was very moved by this post . I read kids books too . Never heard of the book you referred to but I am reading Serafina and the twisted staff , I am about to start it . It's geared at older kids and teens. I liked the first book . so we shall see about the 2nd one.

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    1. Hi Jessi, thank you for the comment. I am so happy that now I finally have a blogger friend. Yet, I am currently preparing for an exam which is on 28th January so I won't write anything until February.

      I am so excited to read your letter!

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