🐣 The Strength of Innocence

Some things aren’t lost in tragedy.

They’re lost quietly — when we stop remembering.

Like how we used to look at the world: curious, open, unafraid.

Before we were told to be realistic 💰

Before we learned that knowing things makes you safe.

But true innocence was never ignorance.

And it was never weakness.

✨ What Innocence Really Means

It’s not being naive.

It’s not looking at life with rose-tinted glasses.

It’s not pretending everything is fine.

🌸 True innocence is the strength to stay whole

in a world that keeps asking you to harden.

It’s the courage to keep beginning again —

even after you’ve seen how hard things can be.

It’s daring to care.

To feel.

To still believe in beauty, even after learning how things break.

🧠 Not Unaware — Just Unafraid

This kind of innocence is:

💬 Not fearing change, even when you know it always comes

💬 Not closing off, even after heartbreak

💬 Not pretending to know everything — but still being willing to ask

💬 Not needing to act like you’ve got it all figured out

It’s a form of maturity that doesn’t trade wonder for armour.

That still chooses softness — on purpose 🌿

🌈 Still Curious. Still Here.

Let people say,

“You’re too sensitive,”

“You’re too idealistic,”

“You’re too trusting.”

You’ll know better.

Because you’ve faced grief.

You’ve felt the ache of loss.

You’ve watched plans fall apart.

And still — you’re open.

Still — you’re kind.

Still — you choose to show up with your heart, not your ego 💓

🌷 Innocence isn’t what you grow out of.

It’s what you return to — after life has tested everything else 💚