When I first came across the idea of being an indigo child, I was fascinated by this and began to identify myself as one the more I read about the signs of being one.
If you’re unfamiliar with the term, here are a few articles to enlighten you on the subject:
Throughout my childhood, I was always the child who got “lost in her own little world” because I was highly reserved, more observant of other people’s core motivations than anyone knew, and desirous of expanding my understanding of how the world worked from a very unconventional and more profound perspective that isn’t conditioned by popular opinion or education.
As I got older, the signs became clearer to me. I didn’t fit in or share others’ complacent consumerist-driven views, I sought fulfillment over ego-driven accomplishments, I became fascinated with personality theories and being considered as part of a rare 1% of the population, I was too busy burying my nose in dystopian and post-apocalyptic fiction novels and anything that dealt with skepticism of the status quo, I wrote a lot about my personal struggles in a vulnerable way, I kept notebooks of lyrics that deeply resonated with me (especially songs about transcendence and simplicity), and I felt incredibly dissatisfied with resigning the rest of my life to working at a typical cutthroat place that crushed the human spirit and didn’t value who I was.
I struggled and felt lost. I felt like giving up. I made mistakes and experienced setbacks because I was too afraid to stand up for myself. I doubted who I was and who I could become in the future, but that’s because I thought I had to give up my inner self to meet the demands of a cruel and callous world. I was accused of being too sensitive and soft for survival. I wasn’t tough enough, I wasn’t competitive enough, and I wasn’t “smart enough.”
However, those were all lies and doubts that were to be expected when experiencing life as an indigo child. I didn’t need to torture myself or prevent myself from expressing genuine thoughts that were significant to me and others who experienced the same struggles. And the point of being an indigo child isn’t to give up or conform to the world, it’s to use your strong intuition, empathy, visionary mindset, and artistic abilities to help build a new world that puts fulfillment over greed, actualization over survival-of-the-fittest, and creativity over callousness. Though this presents a whole slew of seemingly unsurmountable challenges, indigo children are determined to push past harsh judgments from others in order to create something that no one had the foresight to envision. They aren’t in denial that the world is dying. They don’t expect to heal it or even be grand heroes, but rather, they want to pursue what they’re good at, refuse to participate in the rat-race for any longer than necessary, use their ingenuity to outsmart the powerful ones who seek to pit people against themselves, and build a beautiful life they love with the abilities they already have.