When you're a little girl (or boy) you don't look beyond the moment you're in. Unless your parents show you something new you're quite happy playing and investigating your surroundings. When you're a little girl you find fun and adventure in the smallest of things. A buttercup becomes a home for the fairy babies and nymphs. A floating log down the river is a raft carrying brave warriors to battle. There isn't any need to look beyond the day, the moment, the second.
Yet as grown ups we resist the simplest pleasure and look to what grown ups define as adventure, as a fully vivid life. Many a time we look beyond the day. We look to a future that hasn't happened. We want to grow before we are ready. We lose sight of the treasures that lay inside our inner child.
Our inner child feels neglected, bored, frustrated, because we get all serious about life and what we are living. We refuse to look for the magic in each day like our inner child longs to do again. We become rigid and fixated on far off dreams and distant pleasures.
Each day becomes a challenge for more, for something to fill the big gaping hole where we buried her (or him), our inner child beneath a pile of self hatred, dissatisfaction and projected pain from lack-full state of mind. She leaps up and down shouting "I'm here! I can see all the fun to be had! You're looking in the wrong place!!".
"Where am I looking?" I ask.
"You're looking to people you don't know,
You're looking to a future you don't know,
You're missing the magic! Your missing the magic!"
"I'm so sorry little girl inside,
Please come out, I don't want you to hide,
Come out to play,
Each and every day,
Show me how to live life, your way".
I feel we spend too long talking to God and grown up versions of 'wisdom'. We forget to speak to the one part of us that always knows how to enjoy each day.
Our inner child. She has a lot to say.