At some point, we all realize that the weight we carry isn’t entirely our own, and the patterns we follow aren’t always of our design. As children, we lived in the freedom to explore, to wonder, to leap without looking. But somewhere along the way, the world taught us to conform. Now, as the tide shifts and the foundations we’ve built on begin to crack, we are called to reconnect with that childlike curiosity — that raw, unfiltered sense of adventure.
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With time and reflection, it becomes easier to be honest with ourselves. As we journey through life, the dots begin to connect, the storylines align, and with that comes a deeper understanding of our struggles and perceptions — perhaps even a renewed clarity.
It’s fascinating to recall our instinctive freedom as children. We felt the pull of excitement and dove in without hesitation, unconcerned with schedules, validation, or whether something would earn us a living. Curiosity, openness, adventure, and a willingness to fail were natural states of being. Left to our own devices, we would dare greatly, again and again.
But those who raised us — parents, guardians, and institutions — often battling their own quests for validation and meaning, begrudged us our independence. Through their examples and influence, they eroded and suppressed our innocence, our passion, and our play. Trust in our internal compasses faded as exploration was segmented, controlled, and dictated by schedules, alarms, and demands.
Out of a desire to serve and please those we cared about — or perhaps even feared — we forged allegiances with those who had already abandoned the pursuit of a genuinely well-lived life. Form, function, logic, and emotional detachment became the norm, and we accepted it.
But now, we are standing on the edge of a new existence, shaking our foundations to the core. All our systems — every one of them — must evolve, adapt, or be replaced entirely. This destabilizes the parasitic unconscious and unnerves the power-hungry manipulators who thrive on control. As a species, we are no longer able to function as we once did; our vibratory and energetic expressions have fundamentally shifted and quickened.
We owe it to ourselves to pause, to reconnect with our essential selves — free from makeup, titles, labels, expectations, or time constraints. To simply inhabit the naked now.
If we can be bold enough to do this, we might reboot the stagnating processes within us, breaking apart the calcified layers of impositions and external influence. Regaining the presence and perseverance to overcome these soul-crushing forces is the challenge of our time.
And there, waiting, is the excitement. The curiosity. The openness. The adventure. There, we’ll rediscover the willingness to reveal, to sail, to soar — free of the unruly heaviness.
That forgotten dream, that childlike freedom, was never truly lost. It has only been waiting for us to remember.
Vivat miratio