I once believed my naïveté was a weakness.
I dislike conflict, and even when doubt screams inside me, I still choose to believe.
Many times, I’ve looked back and told myself: “You should’ve known.”
For a long time, I despised that part of me — until I learned to accept it.
To believe despite the noise is its own kind of strength.
Being naïve means seeing who people truly are when they think you’ll always trust them.
And so, one day I asked myself: Is it really that bad to be naïve?
Here is my answer.
The Art of Being Naïve
Like the moon — near in shape, distant in soul.
Like the sea — calm on the skin, storms in its whole.
Often dismissed, yet bearer of truth,
a crown of purity, a quiet proof.
Like a coin, two sides collide.
Two lives, two truths... worlds divide.
The unconscious lives wrapped in illusion,
the conscious plots, cold in precision.
I am you — yes, I am naïve.
I was, I am, I’ll always believe.
I watch, I listen, I feel every kind of world.
I trust them all — it’s how I’m built, unfurled.
The unconscious... poor me, poor mind.
Tricked, betrayed, sacrificed, yet kind.
They lie, they use, they never repent.
They step on those whose love was innocent.
I’ve seen that face of yours — I’ve lived it too.
A frozen world where lost souls flew.
Sincere hearts, too heavy to weigh,
too tired to fight, just hoping to fade away.
And the other side? The other dimension?
An open mind, calm, without tension.
I hear, I see, I think without letting it sting.
Too much experience to fall for everything.
Insulted? I laugh.
Deceived? I laugh again.
I don’t reply to polite lies —
I let the truth rise, silent, but wise.
In the moment, I believe — it’s who I am.
Later, reason breaks the dam.
Naïveté: poison or key?
Illusion... or clarity?
My heart stays noble, graceful, alive.
For there’s true wisdom
in the art of being naïve —
in the art of letting life arrive.
And you, What do you think about being naïve ?
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Until Sunday, for the reflection on Toward a Living and Conscious Identity — Part 4.
Warmly,
Odel A.
I really enjoyed reading this, thank you! I, too, don’t regret being naïve. I see the good in people before I see the bad.
"My heart stays noble, graceful, alive.
For there’s true wisdom
in the art of being naïve —
in the art of letting life arrive."
This resonates. I was so naive.
But, somehow, I don't regret it either, for we trusted easily. It has a beautiful purity about it. Yes, we had to move on from people but, God seemed to protect our soul.
Maybe, the lesson was for the them - who who took advantage of us. They didn't realise we how intuitive we were.