This weekend, I had dinner with a friend’s little brother, who was twelve years old. I haven’t been around young people in a long time–and I forgot just how young twelve is.
Crazy to realize that in half a decade, the brother will already be in college. It is such a drastically changing six years. It scared me to realize how fast six years go by. Even scarier, is that time is going by even faster these days. As you grow up, the days pass, and it soon becomes the months, and ultimately, the years will go through us as fast as we always wanted them to go.
The grass is greener on the other side.
There comes a certain point where you stop wanting to grow up, and you start wanting to slow down. This time is a little daunting because you realize you may have peaked in happiness; however, when you realize the good days are going by, you will focus more on them. You won’t take advantage of them. Instead, you will live fully and be fully engrossed in the here and now. That’s the good days.
Tags: Good Days, Happiness, Here and Now, Time
February 6, 2008 at 12:39 am
God I want to be a kid again. Youth truly is wasted on the young.
(oh, and btw, you forgot a title)
February 6, 2008 at 12:52 am
yeah, some days i wish i was a kid again. others, not so much. when things get overwhelmingly stressful i feel like being a kid again. but growing up is apart of being and i wouldn’t change growing up for anything. i’ve learned so much more about myself and the world by growing up and going through life experiences. i’d rather grow and learn than go back to my childhood… even though it was some of the happiest times. …kind of like looking at world with rose colored glasses… living in wonderland