The Scent Of Happiness

"Don't touch the bottles", the teacher said. They could harm you. The inner child remained silent. Pretty eyes. Well educated. Not coloring outside the lines. As been told. Soul long. Sweet nature. Static for a while. The moment when the teacher left the classroom, the wild breath of curiosity filled the room. Arrived suddenly. Out of the blue. It saw the inner child standing alone. The wild breath was having a magic day. It decided to use its creative powers. It whispered in the ears of the child some delicious adventures. The child's ears warmed up. Its body felt waves of enthusiasm. Glowing. Like the sun. A smile appeared.

The bottles suddenly were dancing. The music loud. Lovely notes from a top star singer 'Lyon Brave'. Bees and flowers in summer feeling. Just like that. The inner child moved freely. Worries gone. All of them. Time for play and lots of fun. The whole classroom felt the marvellous vibes. Contagious moments. Root cause. No hiding possible. Every piece of furniture turned around. Beautiful scenes. Celebration in oneness. More pictures on Instagram. Of delight. Party. One bottle hugged the inner child. Full of love. The child did not hesitate. It touched the bottle. The music stopped. This was not supposed to happen. The teacher's rule. It was not a perfect world. The child decided to walk its own path.

It had the courage to open the starry bottle. Slowly. Gently. A special scent escaped. It had a name. Letters in the air. A word appeared: 'h*a*p*p*i*n*e*s*s'. Butterflies wearing crowns of gold. The scent projected all sorts of shapes. Creative creatures. Mind blowing. A pink snake finding its way. Not scary at all. Expanding rapidly. Filling the whole room. Easily. Completely. Nothing left for granted. The child could only laugh. From deep within. The eyes of the child connected to the wonder. Disney World for the younger souls. It played for hours. Running. Hiding. Exchanging joy. With all the pieces of the puzzle. Majestic truth.

Footsteps. Shoes of education. Black. The teacher was coming back. The bottle was smarter. It reacted in time. The scent disappeared. With the smooth support of joyous hummingbirds. A few gigglings were left in the room. The cold returned. The inner child was hiding its joy. The teacher opened the door. The eyes of the teacher scanned the room. Looking for change. The inner child looked down. Still excited. The teacher saw the bottles. She freaked out. Nothing in control. She wanted to shout out loud. She opened her mouth. The scent of happiness painted her words. She felt calmness. All over her body and mind. The child watched how the teacher began to smile. She remembered who she was.

Her inner child was alive. With the intervention of the scent she was no longer holding on to her undercover image. She could let her mask go. She believed that she had to behave like an adult. Always. Forever. She was so wrong. Her beliefs had to be adjusted. It was time for soul growth. There she was. A golden girl. Flying heart. The two inner childs played together until the stars and the moon told them to go to sleep. Even an inner child needs rest. They say that in every adult an inner child waits for awakening. Life is not meant to be serious all the time. There is space enough. To design happiness. The big world carries our dreams. Waiting for us to ignite them all. Oh that Scent ... refilling our moods.

By Liesbeth Leysen