Isn’t it interesting to dream about our desires of being something when we were little? The last would be the old question that we used to have as children of what we all said, what we could remember when we were little.
It is not that we need to know the person that someone makes available to the rest of the world nowadays but the innermost dreams they held before someone said that they could not or before the burden of the adult expectations became easily ignored or dismissed.
It is awesome to see how one changes when he remembers that period. They always get a tiny smile on their face and even their eyes appear to have a slight suspicion of being a little teary eyed, recollecting their younger self, that little voice and those so perfectly huge goals.
There was no need of not believing back in the days, there was nothing to make them more refusing to obey. Then, it was all about unleashing the faith in what one day could appear as the impossible dream.
Virtually, every child loved doing something. That was the thing they would so often put hours over just with no idea whatsoever of why. It was not an end game but they just did it since it was their own good pleasure. I still recall this so vividly having an experience with my cousin, Michael. Once he loved something, he never did anything less than jumped in with his feet.
The first obsession I remember he had was trains. He read all he could about them, played with toy trains at all times, covered his room with toy trains, drew them and read train books about them. He used to explore how the things around him worked as he grew up, and currently, he is an engineer. Michael is lucky, he did not lose his dream.
But then what makes me think how many people had a dream as a kid only to think later that it can never happen. And how many young artists became adults who would sell medical goods over the phone to people that they have never met before?
How many small magicians, in their miniature top hats, said to themselves, WOULD I be able to live to do that! and merely threw up the sponge? The typical number of people who seriously and in all honesty, wished that they could grow up to be a tech consultant since they were aged six.
At what point does the dream die?
When do we stop being those kids in the playground, where we innocently kept asking unfiltered questions, where we kept playing our games with no other bigger motive but to climb the jungle gym and be Spider-Man right here and right now?
I do not mean anybody who was unable to do what he was supposed to do because his dream as a child was different is a loser, or what not .The only thing that I would like to ask is the moment you check in with the inner child, the one that did not judge you, did not tell you that you cannot do it, might not look into the mirror and say, can not, would that inner child be pleased?
Three years ago, I noticed that I was waking up to say a “no” so many times to that question. It scared me so much, although in the end, I set aside not to listen to small 6-year-old Kristin. And now, I have figured out something really beautiful
Laying the ears to the inner child
When you find your inner child was correct all along and you find yourself listening to the voice that is friendly and harmless within you, rather than the negative hateful voices tell you, everything becomes clear.
The tears of heartbreak, slamming doors, closing of chapters and being torn apart forever will all come to an end, and the past shall indeed be past. The point is that all these experiences helped to bring you exactly to the point where you are currently, and now will no longer be wrong.
You might be having dreams to accomplish that you still haven’t fulfilled (yet you know you are not alone) but remember that even those things that seemed to be dragging you back on the wrong side of the road were still leading you to an important point of change.
Here and now is that point. and I do hope that when this here and now fails to get the best out of that inner child, you come to the courage to start over. This crazy journey of life does not have any strict guidelines; only you are the sole conductor.
It certainly will not be easy and any major change can be horrifying. Yet, just as it happened, when you still went to bed despite assurances of monsters under there, you can act courageous again. Pay more attention to that inner voice. It is just more crucial to be free.
Childhood dream
In case you may ask what would be my answer to that question, being me it would be very simple:
I desired to become a unicorn.
Naturally, one cannot turn physically into a mythical horse. I coped with that eventfully. Yet it is not exactly the physical nature of a unicorn that so utterly cabined and confined me. It was very unicorn-like magic, mysticism and hardiness.
Although people are aging and state they do not exist, even unicorns find the way to live in the mind of children. In mine they most undoubtedly did.
And I can think of no reason why I need to stop pursuing the ideal of being a unicorn on a day-to-day basis. So, when I should need a reminder I have her right there on my hat.
Well what about you? What were you when you were little, mini, tiny and grew up?
