When I was young, I wanted to be cool. Or have cool friends.
Now I realise.
Being cool is superficial and pointless.
Nobody cares after you leave high school.
When I was young, all I wanted to do was to kiss a girl. Any girl.
Now I know.
There’s a big difference between kissing a girl that I cared about, and kissing one that I don’t.
Same goes for sex.
When I was young, I was shy and awkward.
Now I’m not.
I like my own skin and I enjoy being around other people.
Especially women.
When I was young, I drove fast and recklessly. It was a thrill.
Now I understand.
It was stupid, selfish and dangerous.
What might have happened?
When I was young, I didn’t understand my parents. I didn’t understand moving.
Now I do.
They made sacrifices and gave up what they knew,
so that we may have the lives that we have now.
When I was young, I appreciated the simple things.
And I still do, and it’s how I stay happy.
I only need my family, friends, food and shelter.
I have changed a lot as I grew older, but I’m glad this part of me never did.
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I loved this post : )
Very well said!!
Wah, I really like this post and your thoughts. My kids should read this too but they’re still too young to appreciate.
Dina: thanks! glad you liked it!
blur ting: thanks! you’re right about kids not being able to appreciate it. And I think it’s hard for parents to allow their kids to make the mistakes that they have to make, so that they may learn.
Really good post and so true.
It’s the simple things that matters eh.
Katie: sometimes I wonder if I knew the things that I know now, how much different would it be.
herman: indeed!
hi there, I am sure ur parents will b happy to read this article
Su Fern: haha like I always said to them, “Everyday’s Mother’s Day and Father’s Day!” *bleah*