Sometimes I miss my old naivety.

It was lighter. Things were simpler. I believed what I was told and slept better because of it.

Not knowing felt safe. Trusting felt natural. Doubt hadn’t moved in yet with all its furniture.

Now I see more. I question more. I calculate more. And while awareness makes you sharper, it also makes you tired.

Naivety wasn’t wisdom. But it was restful.