I remember you, my younger self. I remember how simple the times were, how simple life seemed to be. You were carefree and uninhibited. You had no huge responsibilities or worries. You just simply existed to run, play and go to school. Sometimes I envy the simplicity of you, but then I remember what makes life so worth while, and that’s challenge.
I remember you with fondness, with memories so clear and warm. I remember when our family was bigger and everyone was together on each and every holiday, no exceptions. Whenever it feels like I’m losing more of my family I look to your memories..
Some people say its pointless to look to your past for guidance, but I don’t believe in that. I look to my younger self for inspiration, confidence and courage. It seemed that my younger self had plenty of that before reality set in and to rose-colored glasses came off. I’m fine with reality, I’ve always looked forward to responsibility and structure. But every once and awhile I like to look back at my younger self..
Nothing wrong with that.
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