The Inner Child in All of Us

P and I decided to get up early this past Saturday morning to take an 8am BODYPUMP class at the gym. Half way into the class, I looked around and noticed that of the 25 or so participants, there were only a handful of guys, including me. I could safely assume that it was his first time taking the class, when my neighbor turned around and asked his wife what was to come next. I couldn’t help but notice that he was using some very heavy weights for most of the exercises and struggling a bit (the weights would be considered light in normal weight-lifting repetitions, but in this class, you get worn out very fast by the fast-paced continuous repetitions and thus can’t really handle heavy weights).

 

 
I thought to myself that he must not want to appear weak in front of his wife and all the ladies in the class. That is something almost all of us have experienced all the time, or at least at some point in our lives. We don’t want to disappoint anyone, and we want to maintain a certain image to the outside world. Looking around the classroom again, I started imagining what everyone had looked like when they were children. The imagined baby faces around me had a surprisingly therapeutic effect on me. I started wondering at what point in our childhood we began to lose our ability to ignore the opinions and the expectations of the outside world. When did we become conscious that we had to conform to a certain set of social rules? When did we start to pretend we were enjoying something while really hating it? When did our fearlessness start to turn into blind obedience and unnecessary rebellion?

 

 
We now live in the world of Facebook and Twitter. Our so-called “friends” put almost every aspect of their lives out in the open. To say that we don’t get affected by what others are doing would be a lie, because we care too much about what others might think of us and whether we are leading the kind of successful lives expected of us. Are we failures, compared to our more successful peers?

 

 
To help ourselves out, all we might have to do is to think back to when we were babies, laughing when we were happy and crying when upset, without any care of what those around might think of us. We had very simple needs – food and the company of those who loved us. We all look grown-up now, but when looking into the mirror, we can still see those baby faces clearly. Yes, we have obligations and responsibilities, but we don’t have to lose our innate ability to be fearless and live the best life we could be living, without caring about what others might think.
 

 

We were born with nothing; nor can we take anything with us when we leave. 80 years might sound like a long time, but it is only 29,200 days. How do we say goodbye without having a single regret? Treat every precious day as if it was our last, and make sure we don’t have any regret at the end of every day. Let the inner child in all of us guide our way!
J

About The Author

Having been married for over 10 years, P & J have developed a shared passion for reading, travel, and dissecting the little nuggets of wisdom every day life seems to enjoy throwing at them. This blog is their shared catcher’s mitt – a repository to document the epiphanies, stumbles, and (hopefully) growth in their journey towards a simpler and more conscious life.

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