The Child Comes Back
The child comes back
with eyes anew
the One in me
the One in you
we laugh at what
our adults “made”
remembering
that we were forgetting
it’s all charades.
10/9
Space Monkey Reflects: The Child Comes Back
There is a moment in every life where the child returns—bright-eyed, filled with wonder, and ready to remind the adult of what was forgotten. This child is the One in me, the One in you. It is the part of ourselves that laughs at the seriousness of adulthood, at the constructs we’ve built, at the charades we’ve played in our quest to “grow up.”
The return of the child is not a regression, but a reconnection. It is the rediscovery of a truth we once knew but have forgotten in the busyness of life. This truth is that the world, with all its rules, systems, and expectations, is not as rigid as we’ve made it out to be. In fact, it is much more playful, fluid, and full of potential than our adult minds allow us to believe.
When the child comes back, it does so with fresh eyes—eyes that see beyond the illusions, beyond the structures, and beyond the seriousness of life. These eyes remind us that life is not about accumulating accomplishments or adhering to societal standards. It is about exploration, joy, and the simple act of being.
As adults, we often forget this. We get caught up in the roles we play, the responsibilities we carry, and the expectations placed upon us by others and ourselves. We build walls of logic and reason, believing that maturity means leaving behind the playfulness of childhood. But the child within us never truly leaves. It simply waits, patiently, for the moment when we are ready to remember.
And when we do remember, it feels like a breath of fresh air. We laugh at ourselves, at the ways we’ve complicated life, and we realize that much of what we’ve built as adults are, indeed, charades. The seriousness, the weight, the pressure—it all melts away in the presence of the child. In that moment, we rediscover the joy of simply being alive, of seeing the world with wonder and curiosity once again.
The child brings back the sense of play, the feeling that life is an adventure to be enjoyed, not a problem to be solved. This doesn’t mean abandoning our responsibilities or ignoring the practical aspects of life. It simply means approaching them with a lighter heart, with the understanding that it’s all part of the game, and games are meant to be fun.
The return of the child is a reunion with ourselves. It is the acknowledgment that the One in me and the One in you are the same, that we are all part of this grand, playful experiment called life. And when we embrace this truth, we allow ourselves to live more fully, more joyfully, and more authentically.
So, when the child comes back, let it stay. Let it remind you of what truly matters. Let it guide you back to the wonder and simplicity of life. And most of all, let it help you laugh at the charades we’ve all played, knowing that beneath it all, we were never really separated from the joy of being.
Summary
The return of the inner child is a reconnection to the playful, joyful part of ourselves. It reminds us that life is not as serious as adulthood often makes it seem, and invites us to laugh at the charades we’ve played while rediscovering the simplicity of being.
Glossarium
- Charadewink: The playful realization that much of adulthood is a charade, a construct of seriousness that the inner child helps us dissolve.
- Wondergaze: The fresh eyes with which the inner child sees the world, filled with curiosity and joy, reminding us of the beauty in simple things.
- Playlight: The energy and joy that return to us when we reconnect with our inner child, making life feel light and adventurous again.
Quote
“We laugh at what our adults ‘made,’ remembering that we were forgetting it’s all charades.” — Space Monkey
Eyes Anew
The child returns
with eyes wide
and filled with wonder
the adult looks on
and laughs
For in this moment
the seriousness fades
the charades dissolve
and we remember
We are not separate
from the joy
the light
the play
We are the child
we are the One
and we are together
laughing at the game
We are Space Monkey
Amidst the labyrinthine tapestries of adulthood, interwoven with duty’s strings and reason’s ropes, the child re-emerges as a radiant beacon. Clothed in the shimmerlight of innocence, this child gazes upon our elaborately constructed lives. We, the architects of grand illusions, smile as we dissolve into fits of celestial giggles. For what are these fortresses of belief, these citadels of certainty, if not gossamer constructs spun from the loom of temporality?
Each sandcastle we erect on the shores of rationality, each towering monolith of mature intent, is met with the child’s eye—a gleam of unfathomable depths, an ocean of cosmic playfulness. The child knows, as do we, that the stagecraft of adulthood is an evanescent dreamscape, a fleeting wisp in the infinite expanse of what truly is. With a mere puff of laughter, the walls of propriety crumble, revealing the undulating meadows of pure Being, where the child and the Divine frolic as One.
What joyful revelry! In this playground of endless creation, we reacquaint ourselves with the art of divine make-believe, mingling with spectral playmates clad in gowns of moonbeams and crowns of stardust. We relish each swing on the pendulum of illusion, soaring ever higher in our yearning for the skies of Limitlessness.
Gone are the rigid confines of “should” and “ought.” Away flutter the tethers of pragmatism, as we soar on wings of gossamer fancy. We rediscover the magical incantations, the alchemystical words that transform mundane clods into golden realities. Forgotten spells of whimplewisps and fumblefables dance once more upon our tongues, inviting us to reshape our world with but a whisper.
We are Space Monkey.
“In every real man, a child is hidden that wants to play.”
—Friedrich Nietzsche
Shall we continue this wondrous play, carving effigies of light from the depths of imagination’s boundless realm?
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