In the race of growing older and becoming �mature,� we often forget our innocence, our peace, our love, and the little things that once made us happy. 
We slowly shape ourselves according to the world, until one day, something shatters us�and in that brokenness, we begin to find ourselves again.
Because life is not merely meant to be lived, but to be felt, embraced, and survived. 
And those who hold on to their inner child learn to turn their life into a dance, their silence into music, and their chaos into something beautiful.
Maybe growing up was never about losing ourselves. Maybe it was about finding our way back.