Mel Evers wonders about it all

We come into this world a bloody discolored mess. Our heads are deformed, our skin, one dark blemish and all we know is hunger and discomfort and helplessness. Someone needs to hold you, feed you and love you. Someone needs to learn the language of your cries, gurgles and screams. Eventually you learn your cries, gurgles and screams HAVE different meanings and you use each of them to communicate. The older you get, the more complicated this language becomes. Emotions are the fuel behind those screams, gurgles and cries, but there comes a point in which you need to communicate in a different way. Yelling, biting and tantrums as well as hugs and kisses and saying I love you. And then you grow older and complicated becomes downright chaotic because very few people speak your language. Yelling and biting and violence of any kind are inappropriate. Kissing and hugging others is limited to a few people and no matter how you spell it out, others don’t understand what you are trying to convey when you’re in crisis. It could be as simple as someone taking your favorite toy and the adult punishes you for crying, instead of trying to understand that the toy is the only thing that keeps you comfortable while mommy is not home. The world becomes a scary place when you are no longer the most important person in it. And thus living in a world of perception begins.