I think there is a psychological barrier that stops me whenever i try to look into the frustrated child that resides within.
The earthly incarnation of the human being has similarities with the animal kingdom, under this context, motherhood is usually the caregiver for its offspring which satisfies the neediness within the infant. Furthermore, adulthood is supposed to be the next stage of human development, a detached self from motherhood or any projection of this natural concept, in witch the self represents the dominant source of emotional or psychological stability.
Having these thoughts in mind i still struggle to attain and go beyond metamorphosis. The transformation of the immature and needy child into a new born content adult. Free from emotional insecurities, more focused in positivity and with a strong determination and will to go forward.
Nevertheless, there is still this dark belief in desolation and constant attraction to hidden and various forms of self destruction. Unfortunately a dreadful temptation that never sleeps.