It's been a while since my last time here but I just found some time
to write anything.
A few weeks ago I've found an excercise that helps you understand
yourself a bit. I think it's not that hard, when I saw questions I
didn't have any problem with imagination. You must meet yourself as
a child.
Imagine that you will meet little you...
Where is it taking a place? A bench, room or maybe a shop?
Take a look at yourself - are you sitting, standing, dancing? How
old are you?
Take a look at your clothes - do you have a jacket, trousers, dress,
any disguise?
Now look at your face - are you smiling? Where are you looking at?
Do you have anything on your face?
Now think a bit - do you want to ask yourself for something? Or you
just prefer to sit and don't talk?
Do you feel that you don't have to say anything because you
understand yourself without words? Do you know how does this little
child feel or do you want to ask? Try to imagine and understand it.
So I did it...
I'm walking down the path near to my house and I see little-myself
sitting on a bench. It's an April's morning, sun shines in the sky,
there aren't so many clouds. I'm moving closer... little myself is
looking straight and doesn't say anything. She sees me but doesn't
react. Her eyes are sad - I don't need to ask why - I know that
parents just had an argument and she ran out of a flat to calm down.
She doesn't cry but it's normal, she cries really seldom. So we are
just sitting together and enjoing the sound of silence. She has a
red jacket, I can't see anything more. I'm fulfilled with compassion
for this kid... she didn't deserve to be treaten like that. I drop a
tear and then she turns her head and gives me a little smile. I want
to help this child so much but I can't... little me must face it on
her own, like it always used to be. Then she stands up slowly and
walks back home. Without any word. When she's far away she turns and
waves to me. I smile through my sadness and wave back. This is the
end... she's gone now.
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