14/05/2025
There’s a quiet wisdom in children that often goes unnoticed—
not because it’s hidden,
but because it’s so natural, we’ve forgotten how to see it.
This morning, I was reminded:
Children aren’t just growing, they’re guiding.
Not with words, but with the way they live.
They sleep when they’re tired—without shame.
They cry when they’re hurt—without apology.
They laugh when they feel joy—without restraint.
What if that’s not childish?
What if that’s the original intelligence we buried under adulthood?
— Your body is sacred. It knows the rhythm. Trust it.
Not the clock, not the calendar, not the guilt.
Tired? Rest. That’s not weakness. That’s alignment.
— Stop holding your breath.
Your tears are not a failure. They are a release, a reset, a river clearing space for what’s next.
Let them fall. Let them cleanse. Let them teach you softness is strength.
— Let joy find you in simple places.
A warm breeze. A silly memory. A shared glance.
Joy doesn’t need a reason—it just needs room.
Here’s what I’m learning:
We don’t need to perform our healing.
We just need to return to what we knew before we were told to suppress it.
That rhythm—the childlike rhythm—is still inside you. Waiting.
May today be your permission slip to live like you once did:
Free. Honest. Alive.
