Write to all the children who are "not allowed"... To all the children who are struggling in perfectionism and self-evidenceism... To all the children kidnapped by "truth, goodness and beauty"... When there are only "truth, goodness and beauty" left in the world, when there are only "perfect" things left in the world, when everyone is kind and beautiful, then, what about me? Good and bad are all me. My roots are not crooked. I just hope that "I" can be allowed to make mistakes.
Purpose: Explore the world view