We search for meaning.
We search for understanding.
We crave it in fact.
From our “small” days, from as far back as we can remember, we all look forward to being a grown up, now “big” we all miss the simplicity of being small. The irony chases us.
Inside of us, in our imagination the children are king.
Kings and queens rule our kingdoms, but little by little they are losing their power. The world and all its “paint inside of the lines” mentality are stripping our children of their love and passion. Grow up and let go, become an adult, stop those childish ways! But what if I don’t want to, what if my inner child is the only one adding happiness in times of sadness?
A child looks at the world with no judgement. Everybody is a silly face worth smiling at, simple is beautiful and a pencil and paper is only limited by your imagination. Believe it and it will be so.
Our inner child is that favorite pare of sunglasses that make you feel giddy for no apparent reason. It tickles you when there is nothing worth laughing at and makes you feel shy when holding the one you love. Your inner child is you at your most vulnerable, your most happy and most you, you will ever be.
Growing up is a part of life, but nurturing your inner happiness is too, never loose touch with who you really are and what truly makes you happy.
Life is too short, but never too short to be happy.
Written by: Craig Prinsloo