I’ve been thinking for a while about the subject.
The inner child.
I think I have a very little inner child in me. Maybe none at all.
I dont know.
What is the inner child? What does it mean?
Open eyes and to go curious through the life?
The succeed much easier, since I’m an adult.
I have a better and clearer view, a better look at different angles.
It may be that perhaps age brings with it that I felt at some point, it is not endless, this time.
And the question came up, if not now, when then?
Is it the pleasure I can feel unhindered? The fun that I experience as a child?
Again, I feel better off as an adult. There are so many kinds of humor, of fun, and now I understand it, what has not been possible to me as a child.
My childhood was beautiful and worry-free.
Adulthood is not always beautiful and carefree. But I also do not want worry-free, I will want to go detours, I want to climb mountains (figuratively), I do not want a straight.
I will sometimes boredom, and sometimes adventure.
I want so much, and as an adult it is possible for me also so much to do and achieve.
I would not trade nothing against the freedom as an adult. The decision power that I have as an adult. Against the experience that brings each year of life with them. Against the responsibility that makes me stronger, and not weak.
I have many memories of my childhood. Many images, smells, sounds. The always accompany me.
But I can enjoy since I’m an adult. Since I’m more or less, arrived with me. Since I have become an established person. Since I am what my friends, my child, my family sees me.
Happy holidays to all corners of the world! We will see us in September!
– inner child –
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