Sunday, September 2, 2012

Old...

We're so old.....so much has changed in our lives, hasn't it? I'm not even that old but it feels like I am, I am running out of years just as much as you are! Losing potential, time, energy.....what else.

Looking through old photos....you can get so nostalgic. It's kind of sad. I had to stop. The human mind has the wondrous capability to remember emotions and thoughts you had during that time too....oh how things have changed about yourself. Your approach on life. People.

Then you look at the people around you. Haven't they changed so much? It's kind of heartbreaking. I'll be doing something "routine" now and realize before, it wasn't routine, or it was slightly different. Now you can't even go back. It's just not possible to go back to the "old times" because we've grown too much, developed too much....not just physically but mentally. In our hearts, minds.....

Maybe that's a good thing that we can't go back but can only remember. A great part of this is remember all the horrible embarrassing things you've ever done and would never, ever do again to save your life....those are the things that make us smile and blush and shake our heads as it shakes our hearts and minds how careless we were. It's kind of frightening really.

At the same time, we can look back on good times....but of our prior accomplishments, I don't think we can ever be as proud of them again as we once were, because now in the future we are capable of more. That was nothing....now we can do so much more. Maybe then we took a further jump from the expectations and met the other side but now we can gauge ourselves....just think of how much more "prepared" you are now to deal with things. And as you go through life nobody's really teaching you. Are your parents still there telling you table-manners? Or how you should tell a bully to stop harassing you or how you should behave in public? No....but you learn more every day by existing, and if you try you get so much more out of life.

Isn't it wonderful.

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