In our society, when a child is born, he is introduced to a commercialized world. Instead of allowing him to live a meaningful life, we begin instructing him to outsmart others, to compete, and to concentrate on growth, monetary rewards, and various achievements that society has unfortunately defined for us.
Soon, his role model becomes either Sundar Pichai, Elon Musk, Jeff Bezos, or Bill Gates. From that very period, even before he has truly experienced childhood, a silent shaping begins. Instead of enjoying childhood in its pure form, climbing trees, riding a bicycle, playing marbles, meeting children around the neighborhood, running freely, falling down, getting injured, laughing until exhausted, learning and growing with joy and resilience, the child is gently directed toward a different path.
The custom of entering the factory begins early. Every child’s innate sparks are attenuated into a single shape that fits the narrow door of modern education and social systems. Individual curiosity is trimmed. Natural imagination is disciplined. Play is replaced by performance.
For us, everything becomes an investment. Even when a child is in gestation, planning begins. From stem cell investments to monetary policies, from health supplements to structured savings plans, we start mapping another human life according to the road we traveled, or perhaps a version that appears “better” than ours. We begin to decide what success must look like for someone who has not even opened his or her eyes to the world.
Even marriage becomes a form of investment. Policies are marketed from conception to birth, promising that by the time the child turns two years old, he or she will already be the owner of two or three lakhs. Financial charts are drawn even before the child draws his first line on paper. The language surrounding a newborn slowly becomes the language of returns, planning, security, and accumulation.
If this is the way our child is made to live, what will he or she eventually become? Are they truly enjoying a better life? From the very beginning, we teach a life that is disconnected from meaning. On that foundation, everything else is built. They grow up counting money and living for money. Money is only a fuel to live life. It is not the meaning of life.
Why can we not offer a better beginning? Even at this late moment, we must think about this. At least toward our children, we need to loosen the grip of commercialism. Allow them to miss school once in a while. Allow them to take leave without guilt. Let them play without measuring productivity. Let them explore without a structured outcome. Let them be bored. Let them create their own games. Let them discover who they are without constantly asking who they will become.
If this is not possible for parents, then they must reflect deeply before bringing a child into this world. The only true gift we can offer them is freedom to experience life in its raw, simple, uncalculated form. And that is precisely what we deny.
We say we are preparing them for the future. But in doing so, we quietly steal their present. We say competition is necessary, but we rarely question who designed the race. We speak of growth, but we forget to ask what is actually growing. Is it wisdom, compassion, and understanding, or is it only ambition and anxiety?
A child does not enter this world asking to become an asset. A child arrives with wonder. It is we who slowly replace wonder with worry. We convert innocence into strategy. We convert play into preparation. We convert life into a project.
If we continue in this direction, we will raise efficient individuals, but perhaps not fulfilled human beings. We will produce earners, but not necessarily thinkers. We will create achievers, but not necessarily joyful souls.
The question is simple, yet uncomfortable. Are we raising children to live, or are we raising them to perform?
If the answer leans toward performance, then something essential is missing. And that missing element is life itself.
Yes in this modern world every parents aiming to shape their children to perform and not to live. Those olden days are gone and the fact is no one is realising about the life.
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