There’s a part of me, buried deep inside, that still remembers a time when life was simple, full of wonder and joy. A time when the world seemed bigger than my worries, and my heart was light with the innocence of a child. I can still feel the faint echo of that child, calling out from within, a voice I’ve almost forgotten. And yet, despite the noise of adulthood - its stresses, anxieties, and pressures - I can hear that voice, faint but persistent, asking me; “Do you remember me?” The “inner child” is something we all carry with us, even if we don’t always recognize it. It’s that innocent, unfiltered part of us that existed before the weight of the world made us doubt our worth, our dreams, or our place in it. It’s the version of ourselves that believed in magic, that danced without fear of judgment, and that saw beauty in the smallest of moments. But, somewhere along the way, I lost touch with that child. Or perhaps the world just stole it from me. When I was younger, the possibiliti...
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