Anxiety about the future and daydreaming distance one from the peace of the present. The mental traps of this ancient delusion are like a fire that tries to swallow the world to be satisfied, but ends up consuming itself.
Quiet your heart. This is only the world; you are in a place you can never truly reach wherever you go. Or does man think he will possess everything he desires? (An-Nahl, 24)
You are no longer as you were. And frankly, I am glad. Because after everything life has taught me, it would be truly absurd to remain the same. My soul is lost in the shimmer of the moonlight...
And now, can I begin from the beginning of this book that I finished by skipping many pages?Can I be reborn from my ashes like a phoenix? I truly do not know.This is what you call a journey;you pass through mountains,seas,and cities.And through the nights.And even through people.
I am so tired. I am tired of knowing the world. I write dark words about my life, I am so tired. My hair has grown so weary in my youthful sleeps. When I reached the age to endure pain, I destroyed the places within me that could handle it.
This saying points to one of humanity's oldest delusions:To disregard the blessing at hand out of fear of what has not yet come,or to miss the peace of the present moment out of hope for what has not yet been born
Perhaps true maturity is not silencing the child within, but holding its hand and walking together. Giving it the love we could not give for years, listening to the stories we did not hear, and completing the games that were left unfinished.
The side of me that stops to smile at a flower, walks into memories when it rains, and can give thanks without reason. No matter how much a person grows, they are as alive as the child they have not lost within.
Because it is bodies that grow; some pains remain children even as they age.However, I do not want to introduce my inner child only by its wounds. Because it is also the part of me that still finds hope when looking at the sky.
If I am hurt for no reason today, know that my inner child is still waiting at the site of an old wound. If I am sometimes too saddened by a single word, know that the word has touched not today, but the echo of years ago.
The inner child actually didn't want toys; it wanted to be understood. It didn't want more things; it wanted to be sure it was loved. It didn't want to change the world; it wanted to be able to trust the world.
Yet it did not disappear all of a sudden one day. It grew quieter with every disappointment,pulled back further with every grow up already phrase. It was forced to be strong when it wanted to cry,expected to look brave when it was afraid,and taught to keep going when it was tired
The child within was not waiting for me to grow up; it was waiting for me to return and remember.'Let me tell you about the child within me. Everyone talks about the wounds of my inner child, but no one asks how it fell silent.
Because when the child within a person heals, not only does their past change; their future becomes beautiful too. And one day, looking back, they realize: 'I did not lose my childhood when I grew up. I just rediscovered it.
I was tossed about like a ridiculous novel, with neither a beginning nor an end. I simply lived, I simply spoke. And perhaps that was enough. Life is understood backwards, but it must be lived forwards. Søren Kierkegaard
No one is applauding, no one is saying 'go'. Music plays in my soul, remorse in the high notes, a dream of freedom in the lows. But whenever my voice rises, a hand silences me from within. Is this life, or was it a dream?
I simply became a shadow, an echo, like an extra in my own story. Is this real,or is it a game?The curtain has opened, and I am still on stage. Is this a liberation, or a punishment for this role?Meet the'Echo Within' already,for I am a stranger even to myself, lost on the path.