How I wish we were all Kindergarteners

How I wish we were all Kindergarteners

Have you come to the realization yet that what we are and what we think are usually made up of different experiences and our opinions based off of those interactions. Usually, I am not one to judge or think differently of someone based off of their beliefs; but there comes a time when others ideas and ways of thinking can be detrimental or preventing you from acting out your beliefs.

Think about it, when someone brings up a topic and you, being a social person, joins into the conversation. All of a sudden people’s opinions are being shared and represented and because we are all dogmatic, egocentric idiots; we can have a hard time listening to others points of views. In the future, when that topic is being brought up, you will probably remember that feeling you got when you last talked about whatever-it-was-you-talked-about, directing your tone or way of thinking based off of that experience.

So here I am, a freshly graduated female, sitting down with a couple of girl friends and no one can get a word in because we all want to our opinions to be heard and our ideologies to be understood. Sitting back in the metal chair in the front of a coffee shop sipping my soy toffee-nut latte, I wonder what it would be like if we were back in Kindergarten. A place where you have to take turns to speak and everyone listens with an open mind, and at the very end, when all is said and done, you go outside and play games during recess. Everyone is friends no matter how different they think.

I tilt my head back and feel the rays of the sun tickle my cheeks and the bright blue sky smiles soothingly to me and I wonder what it would be like if the world was still in Kindergarten. Imagine a place far away from here, if we had the heart and soul of a Kindergartener; policies would be a collaborative work; there would be joy and laughter; no one would judge another based off of what they did, rather who they were. People would be able to speak their minds and be listened to instead of shut down and disgraced.

The girls and I get up from the table and embrace one-another. The quarrelling finished and done, good wishes and see you next time shared, and the world continues to turn. I hop into my grey honda and make my way home. My mind frequently traveling to the place where Kindergarteners roam and wander what made our world so hard and unforgiving. So angry and disillusioned. Why is it that our hatred overcomes our love for our fellow man. Why is it that…