Fullfilment for the child ...

What lies buried deep inside of you?

The long, fifteen years you spent as a kid - coming into this world, with not much choice on where or when or why; and then figuring out how to get a grip on it - and then the not so long, a few years you spent as a teenager - trying to take all that figuring out you think you managed to do, and see how it flies. 

Then your adult life takes over. You learn, you explore, you figure out how to make a living, progress in life and possibly do great things - and the world thinks that you have made it. Sometimes it is referred to as having arrived. Many a times from smalltalk, books, news, television, movies and so on; one can catch stories - of such arrivals - of the people, who have achieved great things with their lives; of their lives, considered as those posessing fullfilment.

But does this necessarily mean fullfilment for that, what lies buried, deep inside you?

More than likely, not.

Over those forming years, the child inside you would have accumulated its wants and needs and cravings and oh sure, its insecurities - all of which lies buried, very deep inside you.

Information on fullfilment for that - is customarily not something that is publicised widely by mostly anybody. It is not something that people enquire others of. It is not something on which books, stories, television shows, movies or even plain vanilla accolades are made. One is quite unlikely to catch any stories - of such inner child fullfilments - of the people, who have experinced that; of the lives they lived when their inner child was; happy and fullfilled.

One could imagine that the likelihood of such a fullfilment - of the wants and needs and cravings accumulated by your inner child over its forming years; and the allaying of its insecurities -  is probably majorily dictated by how one's life is lived connected to, and with, the people who are closest to one's heart and mind. One could also postulate that this is not necessarily connected to 'accepted arrivals' - the kind that were pondered on a short while back.

More often than not, fullfilment for the inner child, maybe sort of, is an 'enlightenment' - which is probably impossible to accurately explain to anybody.

:-)

Inventors of Love ....

For the overly philosophically inclined, this is about romantic love - the kind that gives you butterflies in your stomach. So if that's not the kind you are looking for, look elsewhere ... :-) 

Remember a couple of centuaries ago, ... there was no internet? no cars, no vaccum cleaners ... no coffee machines? no ballpoint pen?? ... How did all these things come about?

Inventors.

There have always been doers; for when we do, we think of what is - and there have always been dreamers; for when we dream, we think of what could be - and when someone turns what could be into what is, there's an inventor for you.

Homo Sapiens started roaming the earth some 40,000 years ago, and they have been continuing to do that out till the present day. Were the early Homo Sapiens used to falling in love? Maybe ... who knows ... but they sure were used to reproducing; as evidenced by the fact that they are continuing to do the roaming bit till the present day.

But, try to remember, a few centuaries ago, ... would a Homo Sapien be mixing together a playlist that includes - "Bleeding Love", and send it off to his girl of desire when she's down handling her monthly good friend? ... think that he can send her a bouquet of newly sharpened pencils to remind her of fall colors? ideate that biting a dark chocolote piece off of her supple lips is a good idea? ... postulate that standing at the edge on the bow of a ship behind her and spreading her arms out wide can make her fly? ... imagine that he can sit forever lost in her eyes across a coffee place table, over a mist of hot chocolate vapours?? ... write love letters???

I doubt it. Probably they were used to just exchanging a few looks, smell each other and then be like, "ok, let's reproduce now."

So how did all these things come about? Inventors, my dear friend! When the Doers of the post Jurassic period where busy doing the smelling each other and reproducing bit - which to them was, what is - the Dreamers were lost in imagining what could be ... and as soon as the right technology became available, they started recording what they inevented; in ... songs and stories and pictures and books and ... and then, ... lo and behold, full length romantic movies!!

So there you have it, records of these inventions - dreams of the inventors of love - records of what could be; calling you to turn them into what is. Do it.

Keep dreaming.

"I want to be in love," she said.

She had said it at supper. And her parents had widened their eyes and stiffened back in their chairs. "Patience," had been their advice. "Remember, you're remarkable. Our whole family is odd and remarkable. We can't mix or marry with ordinary folk. We'd lose our magical powers if we did. You wouldn't want to lose your ability to 'travel' by magic, would you? Then be careful. Be careful!"

-- The April Witch, Ray Bradbury.