The Baby Shouldn't Die

As we grow up, we begin to adapt to society's expectations of who we should be and how we should present ourselves. We slowly lose all the beautiful features that make us unique. We look at ourselves and believe that there is something wrong with our being, rather than blaming the world for making us believe in such depressing beliefs. We were born and immediately bombarded with battles that do not belong to us. It was these battles that forced us to break out of our childish shells and become soldiers of the universe, carrying all the worries of the world on our shoulders and having the will to create wonders in order to heal our beloved Mother Earth.

We were born fully aligned with our purpose and destiny. Even though it seemed like we were new, knew nothing about nature, and were learning the workings of this wonderful world, we knew where we were going. Our instincts have always been a map with directions to our destiny. They know our final destination.

We were taught how to ignore our instincts, so we lost navigation on our way to our destination. This world's education system ignores the existence of our sixth sense and, therefore, leaves us clueless when it comes to deciphering the language of our instincts. Our reading and understanding of the world's communication systems is limited to our five senses. What we forget is that we were born with the ability to decipher the language of our sixth sense. As children, we did not comprehend any of this world's commercialized ways of communication, but we could communicate how we were feeling and also read the feelings of others through our sixth sense. We knew when our mothers were not having a great day. We sensed vibes of sadness when our families were gathered for their final goodbyes when a loved one had passed away. We sensed the love coming from our brothers and sisters, whom we spent most of our days with, playing and running around joyously, making our childhood worth remembering. We even sensed when someone was angry at us for our childish and curious doings. All of that was done without a word. We spoke the silent language of energy and vibration.

As we began to learn, we fell in love with the idea of growing up. We fell in love with learning how to talk; learning how to walk; learning how to use our hands to write our names and surnames; and drawing pictures of ourselves with our loved ones. Yes, we knew nothing at that time, but that was our freedom. We appreciated every moment of every childish accomplishment we had and all the offerings we received. We appreciated the sweets that were given to us by visitors when they came for tea with our elderly. We appreciated the days we went out to play with our friends until sunset, when our parents would shout out our names, summoning us to come back home for supper. We appreciated those warm baths of love that came from our parents' hands as they scrubbed our bodies, ensuring we were always clean and ready for bed. We smiled through all the moments that made our childhood worthwhile, even though some of them left us with traumas that still haunt us. Our hearts were pure and had hands that could not hold grudges. When our parents or one of our family members confronted us harshly for a silly mistake we made, we cried our lungs out and ran back to them when our tears dried up. It was as if we had just returned to our senses and digested their harsh confrontation as an act of commanding discipline towards our bad behavior, and we were grateful to them for reprimanding our silly selves. Such spontaneous responses were evidence of the primordial genius that came with each and everyone of us. A power so great, it built all of the world's powerful nations and continues to shape our reality through groundbreaking inventions. But, why is it only a few of us who are able to maintain our childhood genius throughout our adult years? Why do most of us lose touch with our instincts and abandon our curiosity?

As we grow old, the world forces us to forget about who we are. It forces us to conform to a reality it has named "The Norm". It forces us to seek belonging in groups that do not view the world as we view it, and therefore, we end up blaming ourselves for not being able to fit in. We begin to question our individuality and suppress how we express our authenticity.

In this world, being your authentic self is usually a crime for the majority of people who have lost their own sense of being. We have seen how people who are able to break out of society's way of thinking and doing are often treated as if they have a disease that needs urgent attention. We look at them and quickly conclude that they have become insane. Those are the people who were able to feed their inner child and keep them alive until adulthood. They did not believe one has to change who they are in order to prove to the world that they are becoming responsible adults. Instead, they nurtured their inner child to become a better, more responsible child rather than an adult who has lost their instinctive creativity and curiosity.

The difference between the grown adult and the grown child is that one of them had to sacrifice who they were in order to become who they are, while the other sacrificed nothing of their own but still maintained who they were as they were growing up. One of them is going through an identity crisis, and the other is using their identity to help the other one out . The grown child reminds the grown adult what being a child feels like and inspires them to rekindle their childhood spark. The grown child is often viewed as a stubborn rebel who refuses to grow up, while the grown adult gets praised for their maturity. The question is, is the mature adult really matured or are they just hiding in their old looking faces pretending to be courageous while knowing that their true self was killed by their doubt and fear of self expression and their obsession with people pleasing. The grown adult is a people-pleaser. She spends most of her time worrying about the opinions of others. She spent most of her life replacing qualities that completed her authenticity with traits that would make her a perfect adult just so she could be part of a group that did not even care about her deepest desires. All adults share the same desires. Their childhood desires disappear as soon as they walk into the boring and rigid world of adulthood. It is the grown child that continues to chase their original childhood desires. It is the grown child that continues to dream as though they are living in a world of animation.

Being an adult is a choice. We do not naturally grow out of our childish shells. We choose to erase some of our childhood qualities so we can better embrace our adult responsibilities, but that does not seem to offer us a comfortable adulthood. We set goals and timeframes for those goals and use age as a measurement of how far we have come. That makes us slaves to our age. When we reach the age we have set to measure our success and nothing is achieved at that desired time, we lose hope and abandon our dreams. We then become slaves to our responsibilities and live for survival. We take on jobs that do not make us happy and settle for mediocre lives that do not fit our true being. We then conclude that, as long as we are surviving, all is well. Such ignorance is costly because, sooner or later, as we keep growing old, we become regretful of all the opportunities we could have used to successfully design and fabricate our dreams, and the child inside of us becomes rebellious towards the mediocre life we have chosen to settle for, because that is not the life we were naturally designed to live. That life was created by today's civilization, and it serves to benefit the puppeteers of this civilization.

Anything that forces you to kill your beautiful traits becomes your master, because once you have lost all of those precious qualities, you are left with a version of yourself that you always disagree with; a version of yourself that you are not familiar with. As a child, you trusted that the universe was blessing you abundantly. Hence, you dreamt of dreams that seemed impossible to achieve but still managed to continue dreaming. That baby died when you decided to grow up, and it is patiently waiting for the day you will reincarnate it back to the living. If you are at a point in your journey where the baby is becoming silent, make sure that you revive its voice of courage. Always remember: the baby shouldn't die.