When I was a child

When I was a child I was taught to think like a child.

I’m not sure exactly what that means because I still think about the things I thought about back then. Is it that I forever remained intellectually childish while my body grew or is there nothing wrong with childish thoughts? (at least in regards to chasing your dreams)

Fast forward to today. I’m trying to get some projects that I want done off the ground. I’m pushing ideas, making notes, drafting plans and trying to gather a team and it’s funny that the biggest obstacles in all my projects are the adult minds that I have to convince. The same minds that encouraged thinking outside the box, the minds that criticize the young for NOT thinking outside the box, those who blame us for letting foreigners capitalize on our paradise. Yet I sense fear and strong opposition when I present my plans or suggestions.  I’ve been under the false pretense that the adult mind was a rational thinking vehicle that found a way to make radical ideas work. In fact the ideas that I have aren’t even that radical. I think the adult brain is a vehicle filled with fear and hesitation, risk becomes life threatening because one is aware of consequences, but when consequences stifle positive change then what’s the point?

-An apparently still childish mind (Nadja)