Fault

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