I came across this video on TIME Magazine and felt compelled to share it.
I still remember the days when I was a carefree kid living on the outskirts of Manila. As the only child (and only grandchild for eight years), I was quite the pampered [not-so-] little prince at home. My grandparents’ apartment complex was my palace, the neighbours were all my friends and my nannies were my second mothers. We can truthfully assume that criticism from other people is part of growing up, in whatever aspect of our humanity–appearance, intelligence, cultural origin, even religion. It is these bullies that we ourselves would have assumed the role of at some point, who break down our confidence in adulthood and act as anchors to unlocking our potential.
It is important to look back to these times of innocence, not to retain it for ourselves, but to perpetuate a kid’s passion for life.
