You feel that your life is difficult, if only occasionally. You wonder why fortune picked the wealthy over you as you observe them enjoying lavish vacations and living in mansions. I referred to my existence as "terrible" and wished I had been born someone else. At gloved dinner parties, how many times did I discreetly, inwardly fume when wealthy Americans with brand-new vehicles made a concerted effort to include me, the weird Mexican artist with a broken command of English? I never belonged to the group. I was the outsider all the time. Being the last to know made me the outsider even in my own relationship. I was confined to the notion that I would always be a poor, sad cripple who learned to paint because of my numerous personal and professional setbacks. You could question if popularity or recognition should have made me feel less insecure and inadequate, but they didn't. Because emotions originate from within, don't they? Since they couldn't get to it, no psychologist could have healed what was wrong with me. These feelings that troubled me were only known to me, the quiet outsider. It was a horrible secret of mine.
You may be a rich and accepted member of country clubs and golf courses, but on the inside, you are still a child who fights to believe in yourself. Because it makes no difference how much money you have or who you know. Insecurity may plague a person for the rest of their lives. Why are some people so confident in themselves when you and I are questioning whether our decisions are correct? Why do we second-guess ourselves after doing our best? Isn't our best enough? Why do we compare ourselves to those who appear more handsome, stylish, intriguing, or younger? Because at some point, generally in childhood, we came to the terrible realization that we were not as excellent as other people. Somewhere, we failed to meet expectations. We were too overweight, not athletic, or not bright enough. That's when we withdrew and were quiet, or at least not as confident as we usually were. We started living by pretending we were nobody and hiding in the shadows, or we pretended to be someone we wanted to be but knew we weren't. It happened in a single second, so silently that no one saw the difference in us unless they really cared, and there weren't many people watching attentively enough.
When we reached maturity, we took our mask or mouth gag with us, and this version became us, on the outside at least. We adopted a persona and acted it out. We were so well-rehearsed that it was difficult not to act our false roles! We had misplaced the authentic, loving selves we were meant to be and replaced them with the flawless me. Except when we play a role, we wind up hurting people we didn't mean to. We would act out in ways that did not value those around us and would be devastated by the pain we had caused, but it had become our character. A character is a way of being that has solidified into a permanent condition, similar to how mud hardens into brick. Your character is a collection of other people's assumptions that you have internalized. My argument is that if you choose to change as a child, you may still change as an adult. It is possible to do a fearless moral inventory to see who you've become. Not who you claim to be, or even how you act around others, but who you aspire to be. You may be whoever you choose at any time, just like you once became a second you. It will demand you to honestly evaluate your choices and conduct, which may be difficult. How else will you improve your life?
You're well aware that money can only provide fleeting satisfaction. Partners and friends can only remain for so long. Happiness does not come from such things; it is an inside state. The only way to return to the carefree condition of childhood is to be your natural, unmolested self! This may be accomplished by taking time away from your regular activities to reflect on your life. Are you really where you want to be? Are your current connections fulfilling? Is your spiritual life blossoming? Do you live where and how you wish? Are you achieving your most significant goals? Most importantly, ask yourself, what quality did you have as a kid that came naturally that you have dropped? Because your child was exactly who you were meant to be. There was nothing wrong with them whatsoever, even if others did not understand you. This is what you must see. Your child-self was not wrong; it was always right. Yes, you made mistakes, but you always will. You have made much worse mistakes as an adult!
Nothing is more essential than being loyal to yourself, since there will only ever be one of you in the history of the world. You will never again walk the world at this point in history. And what you have to offer is vital, or you would not be here. Being faithful to the kid within is so important to your happiness and development as a real person that I can't put it into words. That youngster knew who they were without being told, didn't they? Your inner kid already understood who they were, and that was enough for them. You were a seed that would germinate into an oak tree, and if left alone, you would have grown straight and tall. However, adults modified your perspective, and this interference altered your course. And now you find yourself in a different situation than you should be. I'm not suggesting you haven't done well with your skills and abilities. But I'm arguing that you gave up some attributes to become what the world wanted or expected you to be, such as laughter and joy, empathy and kindness, curiosity and creativity, and play. Children have an inherent sense of play! Why is this happening? Their imaginations haven't been ruined. Where did your imagination go?
There is freedom to be. I'm expressing how many of you have resigned to become responsible and mature members of society. I'm arguing that now is the moment to restore your childhood freedom. There is no better moment than the present to recover your unmolested self, the seed that began so innocently. It is still present at the center of your heart. This time, don't change who you are for anyone.
With Love,
Frida
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