We are born as small, cute and cuddly creatures; totally naked as there’s nothing to hide or be ashamed of, in this new, alien world. Soon as we start growing up, we display our emotions in the forms of genuine laughters or cries as honesty is always default at earlier ages. We are amazed by fireworks, cartoons etc. and believe in fairies, angels, monsters…
As children, we have huge dreams although our under-grown bodies have very limited capabilities. We are taught how to poop for instance. We think we can accomplish anything, but we are never given a chance. Our dreams get older and wither much faster than our bodies and brains.
Just as we reach our golden ages, we find out that we have to go to school and blend with the society and its unspoken rules. Just like all the junk in Pandora’s box, school teaches us useful stuff like reciting the periodic table!, as well as what’s right according to them and how to lie. All the contents of the education box are unleashed into our spongy, egg-shelled minds. Still, it never teaches us how to make deep, honest connections with others and be happy in life.
Late school era friendships start relying on selfish and personal interests. Most of us have friends so that we can show the world we are better than our buddies. We become jealous beings which will actually be the force that drives us into struggling to achieve so-called success in later life.
We graduate. We get jobs, routine becomes our thing. We work hard to afford things we don’t really need. We get bored and boring at the same time and start judging the few people, who are still clinging onto their dreams and inner child, as being immature and not acting their age. Perhaps it’s the big ball of fury and jealousy they have against us (Yes, I am with child) just because they have had an untimely abortion of their inner child.
We finally reach an age when most people expect us to die. It’s only then, we revert back to our childhood and do stuff which is considered stupid by the norms of the modern society. Luckily, old age is a great excuse to be truly ourselves just like back when we were children. But, in fact we have missed a whole chunk (the long, middle part) of our lives. The inner child has been reborn but sadly it doesn’t have much time now as it’s connected to our physical bodies. We never die alone in the end.
Magic ceased to exist for most people long ago whereas it’s all around us… just give a long hug to an upset person without uttering gibberish like “I know what you feel” or talk to your plants daily and observe the change. We are all magicians if we believe we are.
So, next time you see a child disguised in an adult meat suit,
…helplessly trying to tie their trainers…
Or…
…gaping with awe to their surroundings in a toddler’s toy shop…
Or…
…smiling upon listening to a well-known fairy tale they had heard 100 times before…
Or…
…cooking in the messiest way possible…
Just look them in the eye and hug them.
Love is all we need after all.
“Once an empath, always an empath.”
“When an empath tells someone that they know how they feel… they are partially right as empaths do not know how people feel, they feel how people feel.”
Living and dying…There isn’t much difference after all. We, the living are not that different from the dead!… if not worse. At least the dead are remembered, commemorated, idolized and valued while the living are trapped in a vicious circle of routine: working hard, paying bills for stuff that we can’t find time to enjoy, trying our best to be appreciated by society and looking for love in all the wrong places… We are defined and refined by society and cannot or will not act otherwise. We all die alone and that’s the only time we can free ourselves from the tight grip of the unspoken rules of society. Dying is a unique act that can be done individually. It’s like a one-person invitation to a posh party.
Don’t get me wrong! I am not suggesting that we should all die… but we should definitely do something to change our lives for the better. Ignore what society demands, and live our lives as we wish. The dead can do it (minus living)… we are much more able…we can tailor the society to meet our needs… Here are some tips:
1. Always be honest to people. We all need to hear the truth…
2. Do what you want not what the neighbours would like you to do…
3. Eat as you wish… your soul does not put on weight. It’s always 21 grams…
4. Feel pain if you need to. It differentiates you from the dead.
5. Try new things. You are not your great-grand father… Adapt…in a fun way.
6. Find like-minded people and spend time with them. Learn from them at every opportunity.
7. Make fun of things… life is not something that should be taken seriously.
8. Brush your teeth at least three times a day. (This is for my young readers).
9. Drop me a line… I always listen…
And…never give up…
His world had turned upside down and from the depths of heaven, an angel emerged. With her smooth, silky white wings she carried him around where once the land had been. They flew to the ends of the world into divinity where no mortal had ever been. It was the first time he felt the gushing winds of joy, the warmth of an angel’s touch and the limitless freedom beyond. Tears of bliss drizzled down his cheeks, reaching a momentum and transforming into raindrops. The heavy makeup he had been putting on as disguise leaked off and blended into the cascade. He wiped them off with a roll of toilet paper and hurled it down. A rainbow of a thousand hues arched over them, each color representing a different shade of joy. Captivated by the angel’s spell, he figured out the true meaning of love and the impossibility lurking behind. Nevertheless, he felt happy for the short, sweet journey they had made.