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Your Inner Child

Do you now what is the saddest thing about growing up? The saddest part about becoming an adult is that despite the fact that we grow up and grow old physically, our inner child never ages. In every single one of us, there lives an inner child waiting to be pampered silly, have fun and live life to the fullest.

As we go through life's challenges, overcome them, learn from them, our inner child lives on, waiting.

The reason why some of the modern folks today have so much difficulty in coming to terms with themselves is that their inner child lives on in a dark, cold, damp locked-up room with its legs strapped tightly under lock and chain. We never let the inner child speak because we are not supposed to.

To hell with that – to the outside world, if our inner child was a real person, that would firmly be classified as a case of child abuse. No matter what it is that we do with life, we have to have a small moment of repose and have a sit-down session with our inner child whereby the inner child is allowed to speak and express itself. That is how life is supposed to be live.

Grown-ups are boring and we are strapped down by responsibilities and things that we have to do and achieve. There is a never ending list of chores that we HAVE TO respond to and complete. Otherwise...we are not being responsible.

However, there are some people that I know of today, who let their inner child roam free in the grown-up world. The inner child provides for the instincts and the growing-up part of our selves listen and educate the inner child. The inner adult and inner child lives in complete harmony with each other.

This person(s) laugh out loudly, break out in banter just 'because', don't take him or herself too seriously. This type of person is completely at ease with himself because there is an understanding relationship between his or her inner child and inner adult.

So, don't strap your inner child down because it causes imbalance in your life. No matter how old you are, your inner child dies only when you die. Listen to the laughter and heed the needs of that little one inside of you.

Even if it means running around scaring the bejeesoos out of your kids because it's silly and fun. Even if it means throwing marbles into the pool when no one is there although you know there's hell to be paid tomorrow when the cleaners find out who is giving them more work of fishing out those marbles the next morning. Even if it means experimenting with food like putting eating ice-cream with mushroom soup.
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