On the journey to becoming a productive member of society I had to compartmentalize my inner child.
During my early schoolboy years, he waited patiently for the school day to finish so that he could finally resume his creative and playful pursuits.
As the education became more involved, he had to wait a little longer because of homework.
In university, the complicated assignments, group projects, and late night study sessions meant that he would often not get to let loose until the weekend.
The full-time job, commute, technical projects, work politics, and other adult responsibilities really did the biggest number on him though. Sometimes he would go without playing for weeks, or months at a time.
Today it’s as if my adult mask has adhered permanently to my face and I can no longer access him at all.
Please don’t be like that, it won’t bring you nothing but pain and suffering. If you had bad parents or a difficult childhood (as I did), then you’ll probably want the rest of your life to be as good as possible, right? So, be practical and dont drown youself in negative ideas. Ok? :)
I’m all good. I am just being sardonic. Things were a lot worse for a long time but now I’m unbothered, moisturized, and in my lane