Have you ever seen a bad newborn?

Have you ever seen a bad newborn? I don’t mean a naughty or shouting one, but a mean one, whose eyes would scare you. I haven’t. I don’t think anybody did. We always say children are so Innocent, so pure. So what happens later? Why some of those lovely creatures turn into monsters? Is it the world that influences us so badly? Or is it in our genes? Or both? Or is there something else?

There have been many research on that subject, but the result is still unclear. Some scientists say it’s the environment that shapes us. But what about the kids brought up by the loving families, who eventually become too similar to their biological parents they had never met? So are these genes? I doubt, as many of us seem too different from our own relatives. We’re not clones. So what is it that shapes us?

There’s the theory of tabula rasa – the blank page. It’s one of my favorites, I must say. It states that when we’re born, we are like that blank page, not knowing nothing. And throughout our lives we fill this page with experiences, emotions and knowledge. I think that is something important. From my own life I see that what had a big impact on who I am where the people I met, the books I read, the travels I made. These are the things that make me different from my parents. What makes me similar? My genes and the way they brought me up. I’m not a scientist. I just describe my observations. But I think we should consider that every experience, every little thing we see in our life can influence us more than we could have ever imagined. You probably know this feeling when you realize that from your past you remember some small detail you could have never expected to remember. And probably you do, because it was something important for you, even if it didn’t seem so. Or maybe you still didn’t even realize it’s meaning.

What I’m trying to say is that we should be more aware of the experiences that surround us and on those that we choose for ourselves. Eventually, garbage in, garbage out.