laugh.cry.live.

I find that the most beautiful sound in the world is the sound of a child’s laughter: so pure, so golden, so real. I find that the most frightening sound in the world is the sound of crying that resembles laughter: so bitter, so cold, so tasteful.

If you have ever heard a child’s laughter before, you’d be able to understand the power of the mirth. A child knows nothing about the world that we do. The child’s laugh is loud, confident, and true. A child has not yet been tainted by the world that lingers outside, waiting to grasp the child’s soul and slowly bring him to reality.

Now, compared to the child’s laughter, an adult’s chuckles and giggles are heavy and prepared. Almost cautious. Even though a grown person is not fully expirienced with life, he/she has been through more troubles than a child. If you have ever heard an adult’s laughter, you’d be able to hear the tales of sadness and reality behind the mirth. The adult’s laugh is subdued, calculated, and ready-made.

I wish the opposite were true. But the world is a twisted place. No child is ever safe from the treacherous pits of reality.