It's just really tough when you realize it was all your fault
It bothers me how happy
Any interaction with you makes me feel
It haunts me
I just can't sleep
It's not your fault, it's all
It's all on me
I'm the fool
I am shit (I am shit)
The end of that book bring tears to my eyes for years
Christopher Robin has to go to school
And he's telling his friends, the toy animals
That he won't be able to play with them so much anymore
And what I wasn't aware of when I went to medical school, and when I was a physician
Is how driven I was to justify my existence In the world
I wish I hadn't worked so hard
When you're driven to work too hard, you actually ignore what matters
And the book ends with the statement:
"And whatever they do or wherever they go in the enchanted Forest, the little boy and his bear will always be playing together."
And that phrase would bring tears to my eyes for years
People sacrifice their playfulness, their joyfulness
Being driven by unconscious needs to validated your existence
And where does that come from?
Again that comes from childhood trauma
Play is so important and joy is so important
In that sense, we can always keep playing in the Enchanted Forest, that--
That's just essential, I think