On
Seeing Clearly Perhaps for the First Time―The Fantasy and the Reality
EXPERIENCE has taught us that deep inside each of us are parts of us that want everything right
now and a place for it to hide—something like Peter Pan and Never, Never Land.
In combination, this place in
us, and those parts of us are very insatiable and very
demanding. Some call it the inner child, but I have to wonder at that. I believe this to be a misnomer because it
seems more complex than that. I have
come to believe that this is the soul wearing the cloak of the inner child,
hiding from the world it has been born into.
I have discovered
that I am a house divided against
itself.
Part of me wants to
say that I have let go of my past … those things that happened … those people
who hurt me; my conundrum is … my identity comes from who I think I was
and what it was that I believed happened to me … Sort of an Identity Crisis;
damned if you do and damned if you don’t.
As I search out this
shady past from within me, I have discovered an interesting facility that I use
often, sometimes on a daily basis, just to keep the pretense … of me
being who it is that I think I am … going: I pick and choose my past
experiences … as if I had a choice … I choose the ones that enhance
who it is that I think I would like to be … The inherit problem in this
fantasy manipulation is … it still keeps me hooked to my past … Real or
Imagined …
… Hooked …
Powerful word when I apply it properly
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