Dear Inner Child, we are the dynamic space, void, enitiy that reflects the light. We are not the words written on the exterior, perimeter of the page. We are the space between the pages of history that have been written out. I don’t know who said it, but I must have read it somewhere. Anyway it made sense me.
“Don’t let their words become yours”.
Eleanor Roosevelt also said that
“No one can make you feel inferior without your consent.”
Now I am aware of coming from a place of ‘nothingness’. Each morning starting a new, fresh like the morning dew, ‘oneness’ with the universe. Able to recreate myself from scratch, I can exercise my choice of how to react with uunderstaning.