As the birthday wishes poured in so did the inspiration behind this blogpost. I wonder if the child inside us ages as the years progress? I have asked myself this question many times and I haven’t quite figured it out.
I feel that we don’t let our inner child breathe the way it is meant to. We constantly try to silence it by commanding ourselves to ‘behave like an adult’, be calmer, maturer, saner and the like. What exactly is being an adult anyway? Why must we snub the child inside to conform to the idea of adulting?
When I was a child, I remember being in a rush to be able to do what the “grownups” did. I eagerly wanted to be a part of the “in” crowd, and the conversations I wasn’t allowed to be a part of. That terrible feeling of being left out because everyone was tiptoeing around me was something I wanted to get rid of as quickly as possible.
Now that I’m older (not necessarily wiser) I regret ever being in a hurry to grow up. Gone are the days when we used to take long evening walks down the lane and take a drive around the neighborhood, only to end up at nearby shops, where we’d get our daily dose of paan, crisps and colas. When everyone who worked at the neighborhood market knew everyone and there was a sense of familiarity.
The afternoons were cool and breezy with rays of sunlight peeping through the dense Jambun trees. There were fun and frolics in the backyard, where the house help and us kids would take turns swinging ropes from one end to the other and spend hours playing hide and seek.
My point in taking a trip down memory lane is that we don’t necessarily have to let the kid inside us fade into oblivion. Entering adulthood should not mean the end of what once was. We don’t have to stick to the notions of being practical adults all the time, it’s okay to hang loose and set your inner child free.
As we age, the child inside us doesn’t disappear, we just morph it into our adult selves. The child still exists within, we just have to learn to accept it and not be afraid of it.