Find your inner child, and you will find yourself again. Go back to those times when everything seemed possible. When you could become whatever you wanted. When you didn’t ask for permission to be yourself — you just were.
Somehow, we have confused the meaning of being a child. We gave that word a negative tone — immature, irresponsible, unrealistic. When someone says “don’t be childish,” it usually means “don’t be naive.”
But I wonder…
Is destroying the planet mature?
Is competing endlessly, comparing constantly, judging harshly — mature?
Is living disconnected from joy, imagination, and empathy — maturity?
Maybe we misunderstood.
“Children have neither past nor future; they enjoy the present, which very few of us do.” – Jean de la Bruyere
Children live in the present. They laugh without a reason. They create without fear of judgment. They believe before they doubt. And somewhere along the way, we trade that spirit for approval, expectations, and survival.
When we “grow up,” we often bury the most alive parts of ourselves — curiosity, imagination, playfulness, wonder. We start believing that being serious equals being responsible. That dreaming is naive. That joy is secondary. And that is where many of our dreams quietly fade.
“Hold the hand of the child that lives in your soul. For this child, nothing is impossible.” – Paulo Coelho
Your inner child is not immaturity. It is creativity. It is openness. It is courage before fear was learned. It is the part of you that loved without conditions. The part that didn’t discriminate. The part that saw magic in small things.
You don’t need to become less adult. You need to become more integrated. Maturity is not killing the child within. True maturity is protecting that child. It is keeping your sense of wonder while building discipline. Keeping your imagination while gaining wisdom. Keeping your softness while growing strength.
So find your inner child again. Play. Laugh loudly. Dream without apologizing. Create something useless and beautiful. Be curious. Be kind. Let that child remind you who you were before the world told you who to be. And maybe — just maybe — that is how you find yourself again.
Muy cierta tu apreciación Melisa. Los niños cautivan con su inocencia, con su frescura y con su falta de picardía y maldad. Solo basta mirarlos a los ojos y se verá su inocencia. Debe ser por eso cuando el pueblo le llevó a Jesús unos niños para que los bendijera, enseguida saltó la mente complicada del hombre (y eso que eran sus discípulos) y los reprendieron. Sin embargo, Jesús al ver eso, contestó: “Dejad que los niños vengan a mí, y no se lo impidáis, porque de los que son como éstos es el reino de Dios. En verdad os digo: el que no recibe el reino de Dios como un niño, no entrará en él”. Esa es la idea. Ser adultos pero con un corazón de ni;os, por la frescura, por la falta de maldad y que no se deja arrastrar por el medio ambiente o por lo que la sociedad quiere que sea. El niño no conoce de modas, de estilos de vida, de odios, de disputas. El niño, simplemente es, es auténtico. Aparte, creo que no hay cosa más linda y divertida que dejar brotar ese niño interior sin importar la edad que uno tenga. Y lo digo por experiencia propia cuando me subo al carrito del supermercado con mercadería y bajo por la rampa hacia el estacionamiento. Obviamente fijándome no tener a nadie delante. Sino sería un poco “embarrassing” jajaja, lets put some humor to the thing 🙂
Gracias muy lindo comentario! y me gusto mucho lo del carrito del super, esa es la actitud! 🙂 Hay que ser adultos pero sin perder el espiritu de niño, es ser simplemente ser uno, autentico, original y disfrutar de la vida en cada momento de nuestras vidas. Reirse y disfrutar de las simples cosas como un niño, hay que volver a creer, soñar e imaginar como un niño, todo asi sera posible, y todo volvera a tener mas sentido, volveremos a vivir y dejar de solo existir. 🙂