Thoughts on Where The Wild Things Are

I saw Where The Wild Things Are a few days ago, and it made me think about a bunch of stuff. Like, how barricaded adults are in their own emotions. Blocking out true emotion and making things so complicated, when Max just sat down next to whoever was feeling bad, even if they were angry with him, and talked it out. Those child-eyes cure everything.

The simplicity of pure, unadulterated emotion, and the complexity at the same time. When it seems like everything can be solved by being genuine and truthful, can it? It always feels that way to me, but in the end, people are clouded by their emotions. Their anger. Things that need to be said don't come out right, or don't come out at all. An unwillingness for confrontation postpones conversations that need to be had.

I am guilty of all these things. Does this mean I should be more like a child?