cogitating

I wish I was an infant.
As I gazed at this little girl sitting diagonally across me, she smiled back at me.
Being torn inside out, I envy such pure minds without worries, clueless of what the world holds for her.
She smiled with confidence and then looked away towards the window of the train.
Shes yet to learn the decisions that will engulf her.
The crossings which lay ahead, absolutely clueless.. Que Sera Sera.

I wish I could be like her, carefree and taking everything at face value.
She looks at me again and smiles.
How did I turn into such mess.
Why cant we maintain our purity?
Why cant we feel loved the same way she is.
No wonder they say children are gifts from God.
Such untainted and trusting, allowing anyone to love them as long as they share their thoughts of the world to them.
As I leave this train and this little girl, I feel slightly better.
I learnt from her that with the thought of being loved by someone, I can seek comfort...
All I have to do is to try and love again without being judgemental.
But it all comes down to whom I can trust..
Que Sera Sera