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  • One of the wisest things about young children is that they have no shame or compunction

  • whatsoever about bursting into tears, perhaps because they have a more accurate and less

  • pride-filled sense of their place in the world: they know they are extremely small beings

  • in a hostile and unpredictable realm, that they can't control much of what is happening

  • around them, that their powers of understanding are limited and that there is a great deal

  • to feel distressed, melancholy and confused about. Why not then, on a fairly regular basis,

  • sometimes for only a few moments at a time, collapse into some highly salutary sobs at

  • the sheer scale of the sorrow of being alive? Unfortunately, such wisdom tends to get lost

  • as we age. We get taught to avoid being, at all costs, that most apparently repugnant

  • (and yet in fact deeply philosophical) of creatures: the cry-baby. We start to associate

  • maturity with a suggestion of invulnerability and competence. We imagine it may be sensible

  • to imply that we are unfailingly strong and in command of what is going on.

  • But this is, of course, the height of danger and bravado. Realising one can no longer cope

  • is an integral part of true endurance. We are in our essence and should always strive

  • to remain cry-babies, that is, people who intimately remember their susceptibility to

  • hurt and grief. Moments of losing courage belong to a brave life. If we do not allow

  • ourselves frequent occasions to bend, we will be at great risk of one day fatefully snapping.

  • We labour under the misapprehension that the only thing that could justify tears would

  • be one clear and unambiguous catastrophe. But that is to forget how many miniscule elements

  • go wrong every hour, how much supposedly 'small things' can impact us and how extremely

  • heavy they may end up feeling in a bewilderingly short time.

  • When the impulse to cry strikes us, we should be grown-up enough to consider ceding to it

  • as we knew how to in the sagacity of our fourth or fifth years. We might repair to a quiet

  • room, put the duvet over our heads and give way to unrestrained torrents at the horribleness

  • of it all. We easily forget how much energy we normally have to expend fending off despair;

  • now at last we can properly allow despondency to have its way. No thought should be too

  • dark any more: we are obviously no good. Everyone is evidently extremely mean. It's naturally

  • far too much. Our life isundoubtedlymeaningless and ruined. If the session

  • is to work, we need to touch the very bottom and make ourselves at home there; we need

  • to give our sense of catastrophe its fullest claims.

  • Then, if we have properly done our work, at a point in the misery, some ideahowever

  • minor will at last enter our minds and make a tentative case for the other side:

  • we'll remember that it would be quite pleasant and possible to have a very hot bath, that

  • someone once stroked our hair kindly, that we have one and half good friends on the planet

  • and an interesting book still to readand we'll know that the worst of the storm is

  • over.

  • Despite our adult powers of reasoning,

  • the needs of childhood constantly thrum within us. We are never far from craving to be held

  • and reassured, as we might have been decades ago by a sympathetic adult, most likely a

  • parent, who made us feel physically protected, kissed our forehead, looked at us with benevolence

  • and tenderness and perhaps said not very much other than, very quietly, 'of course'.

  • To be in need (as it were) of mummy is to risk ridicule, especially when we are a couple

  • of meters tall and in a position of responsibility. Yet to understand and accept one's younger

  • longings in fact belongs to the essence of genuine adulthood. There is in truth no maturity

  • without an adequate negotiation with the infantile and no such thing as a proper grown-up who

  • does not frequently yearn to be comforted like a toddler.

  • In sensible households, we should all have signs, a bit like the sort they have in hotels,

  • that we can hang on our doors and announce to passers by that we are spending a few minutes

  • inside doing something essential to our humanity and inherently connected to our capacity to

  • live like a grown-up: sobbing like a lost child.

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One of the wisest things about young children is that they have no shame or compunction

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