The inner self...

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I was at the grocery store, with my mother. She had to purchase certain items, and I had decided to tag along. We were at the the billing counter, and that was when I saw it, a bar of chocolate. I was always a big fan of chocolates, just like most other kids. I asked my mother if I could buy it, and she said, "sure". Well, what else did I need? It was as if all my dreams had come true. A thing as small as a chocolate had made my day.

That was quite a long time ago...

Hi Friends! I am back, to try and make your day just a little bit better. I hope you all are doing well. So, I was just giving you an account of one of my old memories. Isn't it just amazing, how easily kids get excited? Even a small act or gesture can fill them up with joy. Now, looking back at those memories, after all these years, it feels weird, awkward, cringe...there are too many words to describe that feeling. 

It is obvious, we change as we grow up. We experience and try out new things, and look up to life from a variety of aspects. After going through all of those things, when we look back at our younger selves, we may feel like those memories were awkward. But, for me at least, the remembrance of all those cringey moments, is a collection of good childhood memories too. I will always remember these moments, because they remind me of who I was, or more accurately, who I am.

If you ask me, when we grow up, we do change, but no amount of change can alter our core values and characteristics. So, all of those characteristics just get hidden behind a cover of "Maturity". What resides behind those covers, is what we describe as our inner-child. A part of ourselves that’s been present ever since we were conceived. The inner child can often recall good experiences as well as childhood fears, traumas, neglect or significant loss. It can be hard to pinpoint the exact event that is tugging at us, but we can start to notice our internal patterns that have left us a subconscious “bread crumb trails” when we start to explore our inner world. 

  • Our inner child is the one that remembers that sweet smell of grandma when she leaned down to hug us, with a huge look of pride on her face when we showed her how we were able to ride our bike. 
  • Our inner child remembers the feeling of our hearts brimming with joy and love when our dad looked at us with a glisten in his eyes when we shared our favorite toy with the neighbor. 
  • Our inner child remembers feeling invited to a friend’s birthday party and feeling so happy and confident. 
  •  Our inner child remembers being ignored and bullied on the bus on the way to school. 
  • Our inner child remembers feeling dumb when the teacher scoffed or when we didn’t have the answer to a “seemingly easy” question.
  • Our inner child is present when we start our first job, proving your boss that you’re responsible and capable, feeling proud.
  • Our inner child is present when we are teenagers, wanting so badly to belong.
  • Our inner child is inside of us when we go on a quest to find love, or to find social groups to belong to. 

(phew...give me second to catch my breath.) 

So yeah, it's the part that feels understood, calm, warm and fuzzy when we have good times with others. It's also the part that feels crushed and betrayed when we are hurt, ignored or lied to, when someone hurts or betrays us. 

No matter how much you try to cover your inner self with the drapes of "Maturity", eventually it will shine through. When that happens, you will feel happy, to be able to enjoy the small things in life, and to be free after a long while. This younger version of us is always communicating with us…we just need to learn to listen.

Ready to take a step to connecting with or deepening your relationship with your inner child? Well, what are you waiting for?
 
Let your inner self/your true self run free. Create new memories, reconnect with old friends, recall all the good times, learn from the bad ones. Forgive and forget the mistakes of the past. Remember, your inner child is your past, and the past is the key to the future. The things and deeds we did in past are now to give us fruit in present and also in the future. Future can never be predicted but we can strive to make it better by mean of the past experiences. So, strive, and let your true self enjoy the freedom. 

That's all from my side. See you in the next blog, Until then take care and keep exploring.

Bye!!!

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