The tiny human, little me!

 I locked myself away from all the screens, all the music, all the support and light,

I sat down in the quite corner in my home, in silence and stared at a photograph from my childhood.

Time kept passing by, but I didn’t waiver, I kept on staring.

Trying to remember each detail, trying to go back to the little me.

I was trying so hard, and for so many times until now, that I really wanted for it to work this time.

 I really wanted to remember each detail about the little me, about how she looked and smiled,

Because I really wanted to be able to see her when I close my eyes. I wanted to be able to visualize her. I wanted to see her in front of me when I close my eyes.

 And blessed was I, because that someday was today, yes, I succeeded, I met her, I could see her today.

This tiny little human stood in front of me, smiling, unaware all the reality rushing towards her.

Unaware of all the not so big things, that will take her away from all her little joys.

Yet, here she is so blissfully unaware!

I saw her, walked up to her and saw down on my knees only to meet her eye to eye, and asked her, little me, how are you doing?

I hugged her, stroke her hair and patted her; told her she is enough. Enough, not less, not more but enough.

I told her that her smile was the brightest, told her that reality is just a vision that we all share to be common, as to stand out needs’ courage. 

So, I told her to protect her dreams, her wild imagination, and her love, so pure and immense.

This little me was so strong, I wonder how she became me, I wonder how she lost so much on the way. So, I told her to lookup to only one person, herself.

I also knew that what had to follow was inevitable, couldn’t be changed, so I asked her what brought that tiny human joy, what was it that helped her look forward to, which part of the day she liked and why, and so many little things that reality took away.

I know this child tried her best, but the volume of reality is humongous, and not everyone can climb the Everest. Its not a fault, not at all, but we tend to forget that. 

So, I just tried to hold on to what that child’s mind thought of, how it functioned and what made it shine. I don’t know if this makes sense to you, but it did for me.

So all I want to tell you is that, sit in that corner, find the little you, hug that child, hold on it them, talk to them and comfort them. 

It will not change anything today, it will not solve anything today but it will be your ray, ray of sunshine.

Believe in the magic that this child believed in, bring back that wonder and joy, or at least keep it somewhere close to you.

 

We are all to busy trying to reach somewhere, to make something out of us, to fight in the hustle and while all of this is important, it is essential that you let your inner child breathe!

Don’t let the hustle suffocate that child, the child is your soul, protect it and nourish it, but first of all identify it.