Innocence
Innocence is not ignorance.Â
Ignorance is naivete, a wide-eyed lack of knowledge about a topic. It's stumbling down an unfamiliar path, feet catching on potholes and hands brushing against toxic plants that leave burns where they kiss skin. Naivete is rarely a choice. It can be lost, it will creep up again with the passage of time. “You don't know what you don't know.” We look at someone skipping down a path that winds through some dark woods, and we call them innocent.Â
We are wrong.
Innocent is the person who knows what is in those woods and the darkness they contain, and refuses to act in the same way as the goblins inside. Innocent is not a child's lisp. It is the bang of a judges gavel, an acquitted man holding his head high. It’s the woman who’s been through hell and back and fights to keep others from that same life.Â
Innocence is not a lack of knowledge. It is not something that just happens. Innocence fools attempt to vindicate themselves, weaving the notion that innocent is nothing more than stupidity, something for children. The notion cannot last - it crumbles under a gaze, and under reason, blows away like dust in a fierce summer wind.Â
Innocence is a returning soldier who has seen death and refuses to kill again. Innocence is the man who sees a woman and refuses to dehumanize her with catcalls and lust. Innocence is the woman who does not become her abuser. Innocence is clean hands and loyal heart and peaceful mind and a straight path. Innocence can be found in the midst of darkness and despair and grief so great it can tear the sinews of one’s heart, because innocence is so much more than a childlike naivete.Â
Innocence is a choice.Â











