Kids.
I think most of kids are intuitives.
When I was a little kid, I was a sensor. I couldn't believe of Santa in Christmas, neither in tooth fairies or fantastic beings. I just didn't believe any of them were real. I had this Wendy complex, I wanted to be an adult, I wanted to be taken seriously so I tried to act all adult like and stubborn when trying to convince others I wasn't adorable.
I was curious, I used to ask this and that, I wasn't afraid of showing myself, I wanted to be the center of everything. I wanted to be admired, I wanted to do everything just right, I was popular. I'm speaking about my early five or six years.
I feared nothing, I was impulsive and I had a group of boy-friends only, of course I was the one giving orders there. I was a rebel, rebel against mothers trying to make girly daughters. It was all about me, me-me-me. The world had to be under my feet for me to feel happiness.
I wanted adventures, I wanted to be independient, I wanted to be free, not asking permission of anyone and doing what I felt like doing. I was a hard-heart kid, I helped no one, liking dogs only. And my mind? It absorved all information around me, quick mind, daring sight, always alert.
Time passed by, I don't know if that was my true nature. I grew up hearing and learning what I was instructed... but something seemed just... wrong. Something was wrong, wrong, wrong, really wrong. I struggled to know what could this be. Years trying to find out what was wrong in my life.
And then... I opened my eyes.
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When I was a little kid, I was a sensor. I couldn't believe of Santa in Christmas, neither in tooth fairies or fantastic beings. I just didn't believe any of them were real. I had this Wendy complex, I wanted to be an adult, I wanted to be taken seriously so I tried to act all adult like and stubborn when trying to convince others I wasn't adorable.
I was curious, I used to ask this and that, I wasn't afraid of showing myself, I wanted to be the center of everything. I wanted to be admired, I wanted to do everything just right, I was popular. I'm speaking about my early five or six years.
I feared nothing, I was impulsive and I had a group of boy-friends only, of course I was the one giving orders there. I was a rebel, rebel against mothers trying to make girly daughters. It was all about me, me-me-me. The world had to be under my feet for me to feel happiness.
I wanted adventures, I wanted to be independient, I wanted to be free, not asking permission of anyone and doing what I felt like doing. I was a hard-heart kid, I helped no one, liking dogs only. And my mind? It absorved all information around me, quick mind, daring sight, always alert.
Time passed by, I don't know if that was my true nature. I grew up hearing and learning what I was instructed... but something seemed just... wrong. Something was wrong, wrong, wrong, really wrong. I struggled to know what could this be. Years trying to find out what was wrong in my life.
And then... I opened my eyes.
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