The Forgotten Spark – Post 6
You didn’t lose your imagination. You outgrew your permission to use it.
That child you once were—the one who turned puddles into oceans, sticks into swords, and shadows into stories—never left you. They just got quieter. Quieter every time someone laughed. Quieter every time a teacher told you to focus. Quieter every time the world said, “That’s not how things work.”
But they’re still there. And they’re waiting.
We’ve been taught to treat the inner child like something immature, silly, even embarrassing. But here’s the truth:
Your inner child is the last pure source of creativity you have.
That child didn’t care about failure. They didn’t ask for a business plan or a justification. They created because it felt good. They imagined because the world was too small without it.
And now, here you are. Sensible. Practical. Efficient. And maybe… quietly aching.
Aching for something wilder. Something weirder. Something more you.
Reclaiming your imagination means rebuilding the bridge to that child.
Not to regress. Not to escape. But to remember. To remember how to laugh at nothing. To build with your hands. To make noise just to hear what it sounds like. To explore without knowing the destination.
Because the inner child is not the problem. The inner child is the guide.
A Spark for You:
Write a letter to your younger self. Not to teach—but to listen. What would they ask you?What would they remind you to play with, draw, build, say out loud, or daydream about?You don’t need to fix them. You just need to welcome them home.
Next time on The Forgotten Spark:
We’ll explore how to rekindle creative freedom through play—why fun isn’t a luxury, it’s a lifeline.



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