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Do you believe that somehow in your inner world stands a frustrated little child hungry for attention and love, who projects its needs into your adult life, interfering with your present actual dreams, confusing the hell out of you, and injecting you a lot of the time with a feeling of emptiness and devastation similar to the one you experienced in your remote childhood ?
Your childhood, so remote and yet so near.
You have a child from your past, present in the household of your life, acting out. Now. Invading your space. Preventing you from being you today. Making important decisions for you.
The irony is that it is not even about you. Is about that little child, stuck in some scene of your past, frozen in time.
Demanding acknowledgement. Directly intervening in all your relationships, because it wants those people in your life to notice it, to feed its anxiety, to fill the holes, to become the parent it is longing for. It can be any of them, your lover, your peer your child, your boss or your relative…As long as the relationship feels familiar to that remote scene frozen in its past.
(Every child is an artist, the problem is to remain an artist when he grows up. Pablo Picasso)
It will continue repeating the same behavior, in the hopes that somebody is going to make everything right for it. One day. One day, somebody will rescue it, and liberate it away from the carousel scene of the past. Going around and around.
Except that it is mistaken, the only person who can really pull it away from the carousel is you. You and only you can really calm it down. It is yours, lives in the household of your life. It needs your attention. Nobody else’s. It needs to hear your grown up command. The whisper of your will. Your will to live in the present.
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