Little ones

Trying to see through the eyes of this little one beside me, trying to comprehend her understanding and master her comprehension, trying to know what what makes her happy and what bringsher sorrows trying understand the simplicity in her complexity, I falter. Why do I try to do this... why do I try to complicate my thoughts with such baseless thinking at the moment, I try to condemn my actions, also trying to find meaning in what I'm doing at the moment. It's all in a mess in my mind.. but then slowly it starts to make sense, trying to see the thinking behind this child's actions, I indeed trace them back to my days as one of them, as 'a little one' not a single memory from that time. Memories from My first 3 years in this world was locked away from me, untapped wisdom and findings from the beyond stored and stuck in this short but yet life forming delicate years. I've always thought I knew things then, things that the adult human would not comprehend but rather see in a different perspective, would see based on their understanding, not through the eyes of the child. Now I gaze at this little one in admiration, trying to unluck the beauty behind her thoughts, but to no avail. I just stare and wish away my failure and wonder, the wisdom given to the mouth of these little ones really comes from above.