The Child Within
There are children within us. The child has not grown up yet. The child still cries for attention within our hearts. The child is demanding, asking, conjuring, and begging for love. The child, like any child, tries to get that love with tantrums, sometimes creating colossal noise, sometimes even breaking things, including hurting us and breaking our hearts.
The child wants us to see him or her, to see that child curled in, that child full of fear and hurt of rejection, the child behind the older face of a man or a woman. This child pretends it needs no one and does not want or seek love, that hurting child that hopes and hopes to be understood and loved without playing games, without asking for so many things, and without applying complex selfish rules and limitations. The problem is that the child is also dealing with the child within you, the child within the lover, the other child screaming and demanding, and the other child fearful and hurting.
Two children, both screaming and wanting and demanding and hurting, cannot hear each other, take care of each other, and provide that love, that stable kind, none ordering, no selfish love to each other. Is there a solution to this human dilemma? Yes, if both stop, turn within; looking at that rich source of love that we all have like a river in our souls, in the depth of our hearts, knowing we do not lack love; we have it always within us and with us. The fear of losing the love of abandonment will disappear. Love is not about them, not about the other; love is a divine right we have within us always. We reflect on another human being, asking that human for what this temporal world makes so difficult to experience. The only escape is to give from that river, to expect nothing, and to cave back to the rich source of love within.
When we do not need, we cannot lack when we do not ask; we cannot be denied; when we do not want, we cannot be rejected. When we are rich and act rich with love, with no end, none withholding everlasting love, we cannot feel or be poor begging for love where love, true love, does not exist.
