Embracing your Inner Child

Taken with Yashica EZ Mate

Hi everybody, welcome to a new post. Let’s get started.

If you didn’t know this before, I’m an only child. It has many perks, its ups, and its downs, but after 23 years, enjoying my own company has never been an issue. Honestly, I do love surrounding myself with great people, go out, but I’ve also learned how to make peace with solitude. I get to be wild with my own imagination and be exposed to a lot of interests. On the other side, people have a lot of assumptions about you.

That you’re selfish, a loner, and that you don’t like to share, the spoiled, spotless crown of the family which I’m all okay with (or successfully ignored), really. Now (thanks to my current studies) I understand how stereotypes are formed and that it’s like a knee-jerk reaction, but one has their limits, no?

For example, of all the assumptions I’ve managed to swat away with a cool shrug of the shoulder, one has sort of stuck with me. Kind of like a piece of gum under a table. You would unknowingly your fingers on it and be fine with it all, but how often it could happen can leave you a liiiiittle bit, well- annoyed. (Fantastic analogy, I know. Pure gold). “You act like a kid,” or “Why do you act so childish?” is one which has been associated with the idea of being an only child.

Before we start, just so you know, I try to keep my blog rant-free but I’d just like to let my thoughts run free on this one.

Growing up, it was just me, myself and I. Back then I had to keep myself busy with whatever resources I had around me. From movies, arts and crafts (Mom told me that she would let me make “tofu” with wet paper, haha), reading books, I loved the simple creativity that revolved around my childhood that still sticks with me until today. Being an only child allowed me to enjoy tiny simplicities in life, simplicities that bring me joy.

But only child aside, think about your own childhood. Remember how you would get so excited to play? If you wanted to get your hands dirty with some Play-Doh, so be it. Bored? Then you switched to coloring. Feeling like getting your hands dirty? Then you dip your fingers in paint. Remember that? There were no questions or weird sidelong glances of the choices you make to have fun as a kid. You know that you were going to have fun with those activities and  I think that notion could still be applied to our lives right at this moment, right now. So, if I could come up with an answer to those statements, “Wait, you don’t want me to happy? ”

Taken with Yashica EZ Mate
Taken with Yashica EZ Mate

Yes, I squeal and resist the urge to pet a cute cat whenever I see one anywhere. I love ice cream but I’m completely helpless in preventing ice cream rolling down my chin or eat from a cone as I’m a tad slow when I eat it (hence the weird glances). I love stuffed animals and will always feel the same about the color pink, even if I don’t quite show it. Aquariums, museums, libraries still get me excited as ever and my sweet-tooth is the bane of my existence.

It doesn’t mean that I’m unaware of my age or my responsibilities as a woman, but I stand proud of the inner child that still resides inside this body. Whenever I feel like I have a packed day ahead I won’t exactly think about the burden. Instead, I look forward to the end of that day; the moment I would take my shoes off, set my bag down, and sit back on the little couch in my kost with a grateful sigh. This is what I meant by how our “inner child” can help us navigate through our adult lives. It doesn’t take a lot to make me happy and I feel like it doesn’t really take anything massive to boost our mood. All we have to do is tap into our inner child that marvels in the mundane yet simple pleasures.

That little girl who chased butterflies in Bali grew up, but I try to always remember how it made me feel.



See you on the next post!