When we were kids, all we did was create and play.

Our imaginations were so untamed; we created imaginary friends, played house, made art, etc. There's just an undeniable beauty in creating, of any kind. The fact that we can portray what is happening inside of our minds, into the outside world is so fascinating. Even when it's messy and ugly, it's an amazing thing. We should never water that down. We were untouched by the roughness of the world.

So pure and raw, still a life of learning and experience ahead of us to mold who we will later identify as.

What if I told you that your inner child still remains inside of you? We all have a pure form of creative passion in there. A little being who has no worries of the external world, just doing what they love. When you feed this inner child, you find true liberation and love.

As we age, we're taught that in order to grow up, we must strip this childish behavior away, even though it's our most true selves. When you can find passion and creativity within and radiate that, your energy is expanding outward rather than you sucking the life out of everything you touch.

We're constantly thinking about how we look, if this guy or girl likes us, or trying to not say something stupid in front of other people. We aren't just being anymore. People try to suppress so many feelings and thoughts that it bubbles over inside of them and causes pure insanity. We've all been disfigured just by living. If you can understand that, you can find that inner child and nourish it.

We don't ask questions anymore, we hold our heads down and live through our daily routine. Whatever happened to curiosity and loving to learn? To let whatever impulses take over, like running for no reason, singing out loud, doodling... anything to let your energy out. I know as we age, we typically aren't nearly as energetic but I'll take a wild guess and blame most of that on your diet, which is a whole different conversation.

All we wanted to do as kids was to connect with people. Anyone. We would make friends with random people even though our parents told us to not talk to strangers. We loved making friends of any age, gender, or race. Now it's hard for us to even apologize to our loved ones because we hold so much pride. You know that feeling of losing someone and so badly wanting things to be okay again?

That's your inner child crying.

We ignore that because we don't want to feel weak. We're too prideful. Let that shit go and make peace even if they were wrong. Ask questions. Stay curious.