The written loom

It Also Teaches Us Fear

There was a time when I looked at the world without trying to understand it.. I didn’t know what could go wrong and hadn’t yet learned to calculate loss.. I didn’t carry probabilities in my mind..

A sunset was simply a sunset, and not the end of a day I hadn’t used well enough.. Not a quiet reminder that time keeps moving..

Growing up doesn’t only bring knowledge, it also brings precautions.. We slowly learn what we’re supposed to fear.. Where to hold ourselves back.. Where to be careful.. We learn that people leave, that bodies become fragile, that promises do not always survive the years and that innocence can be expensive.. And little by little, without noticing, we begin to see the world through a filter of safety.

It isn’t necessarily wrong, it’s just how the mind protects us.. The brain loves certainty more than it loves freedom..

But somewhere along the way, something delicate disappears.

The first glance..
The effortless trust..
The ability to feel wonder without calculating the cost..

We don’t actually miss ignorance, but we miss lightness.. We miss the time before we understood how many things can be lost.. The strange thing is that knowledge does not have to produce fear, yet it can produce depth..

We can know more about the world and still remain open to it..
We can understand risk without becoming cynical..
We can recognize loss and still choose to love..

Maturity is not learning to fear more.. It is learning to fear consciously without letting fear drive the whole journey..

Maybe what we truly miss is not the world as it once was.. Maybe what we miss is the way we once looked at it, and that way of seeing hasn’t disappeared.. It’s only been covered..

And sometimes, if we are careful, we can uncover it again.. Not by returning to innocence, but by choosing tenderness inside knowledge..

Tatiana,