There is something magical about innocence. The genuineness of it makes it endearing. It comes laced with wide-eyed eagerness and dollops of shyness.
When I look at this image I think of the time when I too possessed that charming innocence. Though it seems like a 100 years ago. It was an age when I didn't know about men and relationships, hurt and pain, war and death, loss and anger, tears and frustration, insecurity and knowledge.....aha...
Insecurity and knowledge. The more knowledgeble we become of things the more insecure we become as a race.
For eg the higher one goes up the ladder of success the more insecure they become about their position. Who is going to stab me in the back? Who is going to pull the rug out of me? The more aware you become of the world around you the more pained and fearful you are? What is going to happen to my world when there is a gaping hole in the sky....you know what I mean....
And sometimes I think, if you weren't that smart and knowledgeble you wouldn't be promoted and you wouldn't be climibing up the ladder of success and you wouldn't be insecure about your position. Or if you stop watching television or reading newspapers you wouldn't know about the wars and death and your rights and the need to fight for your rights blah, blah, blah.... Right? But then that is not a solution. That is not the way one lives life.
Innocence is the first casualty in the altar of knowingness or knowledge.
But then wisdom helps you retain some of it, because wisdom helps you to understand the perils of knowing and also its usefulness.
That is the reason why I so love this photograph. There is an endearing innocence about this girl and I am sure as she becomes worldly-wise it would be lost -little by little.
Well, at least a few years from now I can show this pic to remind her of what she once had....
I have many such images of mine as reminders -thanks to my father who was an amateur photographer.
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