Time passes, and people change. The inevitable development that comes with the passage of time is both a beautiful and damning thing. With maturity follows the unavoidable loss of innocence, blind dependence is replaced with financial worries and struggles for independence, but whatever happens, however we strain to find our footing, there will always be a place, in our hearts, in our souls, in the deepest recesses of our minds, where we know we can turn to regain that wide eyed wonder at the world.
We all have an inner child, the art is to find it, know where he or she lives and visit occasionally, when we’re in trouble, or even just to have a little fun, because if there’s one thing children can do, it’s make things simple. Through a child’s eyes there’s only black and white, through a child’s eyes the world is and will always be a wonderful place, and any concerns can be put on hold, or solved using the simplest methods. Self-sacrifice is something that you simply do, and then move on. Children are privy to the most basic of life’s truths, but they appear to be lost as we grow, they lay forgotten in some dusty corner, pushed aside to make way for more complicated truths. But it is these basic truths which lay the foundation, and if we forget them, then we can never fully understand those that are more complex.
Hey ql!I agree (at least mostly) with you! I think to be really gronw up and stuff you just have to still be a child in some way(s)…
When I was small (and I guess many children do so) I said to my mum “I never wanna grow up! I want to stay small and play forever!”…well I guess I took that abit too serious… I feel like I just stayed a child, never in a way (or at least some) really grew up, I just feel like a child in an all too big body…?! Its all just false, everythings wrong…everything feels wrong! Though I guess that outcome has sth to do with the fact that I spent too much time of my life in front of the PC instead of having friends and making life-time-experiences….I just stayed the child I was/am and grew…but never grew up…
Well I guess, thats the wrong end when you try too hard to keep your inner child alive…but still I think thats the right way!
i don’t think i ever wanted to stay in never never land. i always wanted to grow up and move away. just wanted to leave everything behind and just be me.
can one truly be themsleves without acknoledging their childhood and the things learned therein mourningstar?
but i enjoy your thoughts audryn. i have found that there is a golden mean between one’s childish side and one’s need for independance. it is there that i have found much joy in living.
i acknowledge my childhood, i just never wanted to stay a child. i always wanted to grow up, always looking ahead to what i could do, what i would do, what i would fail to do.
i don’t remember much of my childhood, but i do remember always wanting to grow up.
I never wanted to stay a child either. Sure it was fun having less responsibility, but having the freedom of independence is worth far more to me. Being able to be my own person, and not being scared of getting in trouble for things you don’t understand, and being able to say no to things without it being forced on you, is far greater than anything childhood had to offer. I think the only good thing about childhood is that you can still dream. When you grow up, your dreams are shattered, and the realisation of what is really possible becomes real.
I see the inner child in those who can still dream, still have a marvellous imagination, will explore new things for the sheer joy. Those that have grown up I have met and found that they no longer grow, no longer grow and walk as if in a living death. They have stopped, much the pitty, and resign themselves to what the world imposes as being “grown up”.
To decline and acknowledge the inner child has much to do with the self and the nature and disposition. To find wonder still in an opening spring flower. To still be able to find magick in the world as it stands.
You have a fine mind there, Audryn.
Yes, the inner child, and “remaining a child” doenst mean that you have to be childish and no “grow up” at all or sth like this…its simply, seeing the world with the eyes of children! Most people take themselves and the world too much for granted and as naturally, and many try to find sth special or so like aliens ‘n stuff…though they have all this right in front of them! The human being, this whole world, existence, just everything is such a great mystery…we’re like aliens ourselves, so why search if yoo only have to look at yourself?! (ok thats not from me,but rather from J.Gaarders “The Cardplay” (at least the German title is “Das Kartenspiel”) buts its true anyway 🙂
Its also a way I guess to break through every-day-manner…to give every day sth special, to make it special! As Volt says: “To find wonder still in an opening spring flower”…
Open your “eyes” dammit!
Alright alright you wanna hit me with the quotes? I got one that sums all this shit up. The Secret of Childhood ….
“To see the world in a grain of sand,
And heaven in a wild flower.
To hold infinity in the palm of his hand,
And eternity in an hour.”
That’s William Blake, that guy knew some smart shit. And that’s what we’re all looking for isn’t it, the power within ourselves to make life what we want it to be, and to see life how we wanna see it. When reality comes between us and who we were, we tend to think of it as a loss. It’s not a loss it’s an expansion, and we just gotta keep building on what we already have.
You know what I never wanted to stay a kid either, I hated being trodden on by my dad and havin all that ability to see beauty crushed outta me.
I only found that when I grew up – so I guess it’s proof we’re just blaming our advancing years for something that’s really our own fault. We just got to keep an open mind is all.
Night, Damian
As a child I always felt older than I was. I don’t remember ever not worrying about SOMETHING (although looking back now I would laugh if some of the things I worried about back then happened again). I couldn’t wait to grow up, and I don’t really remember much of my childhood either, and it wasn’t that long ago (my father would say I was still living it! 🙂 But I’ve taken certain aspects of my childhood with me. I may have forgotten specific memories, but I haven’t forgotten what I wanted and who I was.
I have always had dreams, and those dreams have only gotten stronger as I’ve grown, and for the most part they haven’t changed, I’ve just added to them. I understand them better now and my reason’s for wanting them. The beauty of maturity is the fact that it gives you the basic tools to go out there and turn your childhood dreams from charcoal outlines into spectacular marsterpieces. Just look at those who achieve personal success in their lives. Most of them “always wanted to be” what they eventually became.
Voltarrens, a beautiful comment there (and not just the part about my mind either *cheeky grin*). And yeah, William Blake really knew what he was on about, that’s some of the most gorgeous poetry I’ve ever read.
P.S DarkChaos, I couldn’t have said it better myself. (actually I was thinking exactly what you wrote in your first sentence just as I scrolled down to it, and couldn’t help laughing that I was about to say the same thing! 🙂
this is indeed very deep, your words about how a child sees the world are really good, becouse in this violent world we live in, who are we to know how a child sees all that caos and muder that this world has brung apon on
‘Your children are not your children.
They are the sons and daughters of life’s longing for itself.
They come through you but not from you,
And though they are with you, yet they belong not to you.
You may give them your love but not your thoughts.
For they have their own thoughts.
You may house their bodies but not their souls,
For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow, which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.
You may strive to be like them, but seek not to make them like you.
For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.
You are the bows from which your children as living arrows are sent forth.
The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite, and He bends you with His might that His arrows may go swift and far.
Let your bending in the archer’s hand be for gladness;
For even as he loves the arrow that flies, so He loves also the bow that is stable’
-kahil Gabran, The Prohpet
Wow…. where did you find that? He had an amazing mind that guy…
hmmmmmm
It’s by a guy called Kahil Gabran – as i said, in a book called ‘The Prophet’. It’s an amazing book, i recommend everyone to read it.
Vix
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your poem was very good. and vix whered you get that book?
~btrsweetangel
I’m thinking at a bookshop.
They stock it at http://www.amazon.com for $10.50.
being the magnanimous individual that i am, i checked.
Jeez, I swear I’m gettin old and soft.
it was good