The Two Worlds Within

The Two Worlds Within: A Tale of the Forgotten PortalThere are two worlds inside every human being--
One is internal, soft and infinite like the sky in dreams.
The other is external, structured and reflective, like a hall of mirrors.
As children, we live inside.
We speak in images.
We believe in dragons and invisible friends.
We don’t act for applause; we move because we are.
This internal world is the place of fairy tales,
Where trees speak and our breath holds magic.
But then we grow.
And as we grow, something shifts.
We are taught to watch ourselves from the outside,
To see through the eyes of others:
“How do I look?”
“What do they think?”
“Am I doing it right?”
And just like that,
we step out of our sacred chamber
and enter the theater of roles.
We trade our wings for masks.
We put up a sign:
“Do Not Enter: Internal World Closed for Renovation.”
But the renovation never comes.
And the house—the self—starts to crumble from within.
The inner world becomes a taboo,
a place too soft for a world too hard.
And yet… without it, we are lopsided.
Without the inner realm,
there is no soul in the speech,
no song in the silence,
no joy in success.
Because the internal world is not just a fantasy--
It is the root of all feeling.
It is the motherland of intuition.
It is the lamp under the skin,
the place where all true healing begins.
To live externally only, is to become a mannequin--
polished, admired, but hollow.
To live internally only, is to become a ghost--
unseen, unheard, unfelt.
Balance is the bridge.
To remember is to re-enter.
To go inside again is an act of courage,
of rebellion in a world of performance.

A Walk Through VeniceThe other day, I was walking through Venice, California.
People were laughing, skateboarding, sunlit and golden.
And I could feel it inside me—this strange tension.
I had a choice:
To be seen externally, to wear a smile, move gracefully, look the part.
Or to tune into how I really felt.
Internally, I noticed a quiet storm:
I was judging.
I was tightening.
I was reacting.
All of it silently dancing beneath the surface.
Externally, I could easily pass as joyful, calm, open.
But internally, I knew I wasn't present. I wasn’t soft. I wasn’t connected.
This is the split we all feel:
The self that smiles vs. the self that hides behind the smile.
The external is not fake—it matters.
But when it leads and the inner world is neglected,
we walk like castles with hollow halls.
And I realized… this isn’t about choosing one over the other.
It’s about weaving the two.
To walk in the world with grace,
but from a place of sincerity, softness, truth.
To let the external reflect the internal,
and the internal guide the external.

The Portal Is Still ThereWhat if we walked backwards for a moment,
back into the garden of our inner life?
What if we played not for others,
but with the breath of Being itself?
What if we saw that our internal world was never lost--
only hidden behind the curtain of adulthood?
The fairy tale waits.
The portal is not locked.
The child in you still whispers,
“Come home.”