There is a window in my house I have only just recently noticed. It shows me all the things I need to see in order to succeed in life. I visit the window daily to see what I should do on that particular day. When I first started viewing the window, it would show clear skies and wonderful things ahead. Then after a time, it started clouding over and being more dreary. I also noticed a beast far in the distance. It would be looking my direction without breaking eye contact. I ignored him and focused on the weather, for it was more foreboding. I go about my days working on changing the weather in the window of my house. No matter how I try, it only worsens. I also notice that the beast is growing closer and closer each day. I could now tell that it was covered in ugly spines, and was gleaming with sweat. It seemed hairy also, but the hair was matted with what later days would reveal to be blood. His eyes popped with red, though they did not show any feature other than that. I would spend many hours looking into this window in my house, yet no matter how hard I try to change the weather it never got better. 
I have lost nearly every thing, this beast in the window of my house has clouded the entire view. He consumes the picture now and looks back at me daily as I ignore him. There is no longer any weather to change as it has all turned to ash behind him, this from the few glances he allows me to see. I look to the window one last time, I take a good hard look a the beast, his red eyes are pitiful, his spiny face; sad, and his forked tongue; on fire with lies. In my mind's eyes I am able to remove all of those wretched features, the spines melt away, the bloody matted hair falls out, and the red eyes turn blue...like mine. I stare at the face of myself as a child, the boy in me who would not die as I became a man. He has haunted me to this day and has clouded my judgement. I have not matured past him, and he has choked me of wisdom and happiness. My focus has been on changing the weather of the window when I should have been focused on getting him out of it.
Regardless of its vast knowledge of how I can make each day better, the window of life has turned to a mirror which is only holding me back. I look at the beast behind the glass and thrust my fist through it's terrible likeness of me. The pain of killing my inner child is worth becoming a man.