Deep inside we are all children. No matter how long time passes us by, we are, in the end, needy children, craving for love and attention.

Perhaps we should play more, laugh more, dance and sing more to compensate our pains. Maybe if we allowed ourselves to feel vulnerable and weak once in a while, maybe if we gave up controlling our time, our wishes, our dreams and thoughts all the time, we would finally be able to accept what we really are. And deep, deep inside: we are all fragile kids, too afraid to dare, too afraid to be free and happy as we were, all along, ment to be.