The child

I walked down the street, feeling the morning breeze. Unconsciously listening to the birds singing as I watched the fine sky. I feel like the sun peeping me, too shy to say hi. I smiled with my cheeky cheeks which I could see them from my eyes. A shady tree caught my attention which I thought that I could sit to ponder life. But I saw a little boy cried. Without hesitation my feet took me to that poor boy. I feel a little sad till empathy had me.

I said to him,

“What’s wrong, my dear? It’s alright. I’m here."

"What makes you so sad that you cry? Don’t worry I’m going to protect you." 

"You can feel my love. You see, whatever it takes you know I’m here.”

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So then I started to ponder, why is it so hard for us to approach like that to our inner child whenever it gets sad?  Whenever it trembles down that so much hatred taking over towards the pain. Forget about our wise adult side. Sometimes it gets too strict that it forgets our inner child. You step on it, ignoring the cries just to ‘look forward’. You know what happen when our inner child could not managed to get our attention? It worsen that sometimes you can’t even find a way out to create a solution. Have pity to your poor inner child, show some strength that you are brave enough to approach it and protect it. Have courage and show some affection to it. Teach it again how real love sparks. Present to it how your love could change it to be good. So that calamity and serenity joins in.

Build your shield not because you are scared but your concern to protect yourself from harm. You will get to the point where whenever pains hook you, you only giggle. The sadness would dissapear because you could synchronise your adult part and childish part. 

Don’t say that you don’t have enough love to give to yourself. It’s always more than enough when God is love.  

xx