Fighting your nature,
playfulness is crushed.
No longer laughing,
it’s all serious.
Always in control,
the child becomes dead.
Manipulated
and easily led.
Let the children sing.
Let them jump about.
Let them dance around.
Let them scream and shout.
The inner child has
no need to explain.
Let yourself become
a child once again.
Inspired by some Osho.
Today’s Daily Stoic poem:
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