Child-like

I have a profound appreciation of those who maintain their inner child/free-spiritedness while embracing the vicissitudes of the seasons in one’s life along with its heavy responsibilities. To me, it shows a high emotional quotient, a common denominator for a balanced individual.


My inner child hasn’t died off and it will always be there, guiding me in a way so that I do not lose sight of who I am and the dear things that matter to me regardless of the changes we have to face in this volatile journey called “life”. A distinct rawness, a fragility of which I deem everyone to be sensitive to a certain level because it is almost intrinsic to a person’s identity, just like our very own names. It is a version of us that we are trying to shield from the world that isn’t yet distorted to fit anyone’s narratives. Let me introduce you to my inner child.


My inner child is around 11 years old, young enough not to be influenced by any foreign media/expectations but old enough to understand who I am as an individual. She is so very trusting and sees everyone and everything as beautiful. She wants to be friends with everyone and listen to what they have to say, a true keen listener. She finds flowers beautiful, butterflies too and she advocates that we must be nice to all including animals and nature because they have feelings and we must be grateful to have them because it makes living that much more fulfilling. She wants me never to forget who I am regardless of the storms I had faced or might have to face in the coming years. She is loyal, unwavering, bold and will stand by her loved ones and friends for as long as she can.


I want to thank her for not giving up on me, for reminding me that whenever I shed new tears, that I am courageous and strong to keep going, and for allowing me to see others through the lenses of genuineness and sensitivity, even when my heart gets broken. I am much happier by myself and with my friends/family (I don’t see any difference between the two at this point) , and anything more is just a bonus. She has been a faithful ally. Thank you, young Julia.

The real you is still a little child who never grew up. Sometimes that little child comes out when you are having fun or playing, when you feel happy, when you are painting, or writing poetry, or playing the piano, or expressing yourself in some way. These are the happiest moments of your life – when the real you comes out, when you don’t care about the past and you don’t worry about the future. You are childlike.

– Miguel Angel Ruiz

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