"perfect daughters"
Mar. 22nd, 2015 01:04 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sevWhen we are cowering children we grow clever. Grown-ups are forces of nature, and nature can't be reasoned with. Nature can only be endured. So we learn our way around them, when to tip-toe, when to run. We become smart children, wise in the ways of hiding, knowing when to swallow our pride, and how to save up our defiance for those moments when submission wouldn't do any good anyway.
And then one day we're the forces of nature, sources of fear, unreasoning, thundering, not so clever at all.
How did that happen? Where do the smart cautious children go, when we grow up?
(thoughts, from reading Hiromi Goto's _The Kappa Child_, and from listening to friends much more clever children than I -- as children and adults.)
And then one day we're the forces of nature, sources of fear, unreasoning, thundering, not so clever at all.
How did that happen? Where do the smart cautious children go, when we grow up?
(thoughts, from reading Hiromi Goto's _The Kappa Child_, and from listening to friends much more clever children than I -- as children and adults.)