Have you ever been at the age of four, fourteen, twenty four, thirty four, forty four, fifty four, and sixty four all at the same time? Sometimes it is hard for me to be contained and only contained in my skeletal box at a particular space at a particular time. I fly to the past, future, present, sky, earth, east, west, and all over the place.
In a movie by Bergman [I think Fanny and Alexander], someone says, you are always a kid, you just assume different roles in the course of your life. You become a daughter, a lover, a wife, a grandmother. However, you always remain that little kid. Dear ghosts, get to know your little kids, they are full of energy. They dance until they can't stand on their feet anymore. Let your kids live.
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There is an endless struggle between “I”, “Inner Child” and “Others”, or the external world. “Others” always tries to stifle the poor “inner Child” through “I”. Self-censorship is only one of the outcomes of this struggle, not need to mention who is the winner in this case.
Thank you for this logical psychological re-iteration.
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