When I was a child I think like a child

My grandmother quoted Avvaiyar while teaching me Tamil prayers in our centuries-old Chennai home. Her weathered hands held mine as she explained how ancient poets earned respect, not through accumulation, but through sharing wisdom daily. I grew up thinking like that child—believing in simple truths. Today, I earn modest cryptocurrency, yet I remember her lessons matter more than any digital wealth. When I partner with my community, sharing knowledge like those poets once did, I feel centered. My friend says I'm her partner in crime in this slow-living rebellion. Perhaps childhood thinking wasn't naive; it was our heritage's cooperative spirit, passed down through generations, still invaluable today.