I recently found a bunch of old journals from high school through to mid-college, and I have to say, I'm a little embarrassed. I look at high school students today and whisper under my breath, "life really isn't that bad in high school," and I saw things I wrote about being lost, not knowing why, and not really knowing myself, let alone too much about the world around me. So to any of you kids who are complaining, fear not: life does get better, despite the fact that most adults complain about having to go to work, and personal lives still spawn heartache, pain, and suffering. As long as you can remind yourself of the little things that have made you happy as a kid, and translate them somehow into your adult life, the regression is progression.
Remember how you used to run around aimlessly in the park until you were so tired you didn't think you could run anymore ... and then you ran home? Those days were FUN.
Remember when you used to ride bikes in the local church parking lot until it was almost too dark to see? Those outings were fun too.
Do you remember hide and seek? We used to play in and around our neighbors' houses when I was little and growing up in a nice, safe community (kids, please don't do that now) .Let's make an adult league and remind ourselves how fun that was.
At my next birthday, I want a pinata, because I remember how fun it was to hear the snap of the bat against the cardboard, and knowing that I actually had enough hand-eye coordination to do that.
All these things we did without television, without computers, without cell phones. And yet we lose track of how to be happy most days and opt to complain instead about something that doesn't feel right.
Regression is progression.
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