even the title is cliche.
Drew used to make fun of me in high school because one day I told him I liked to reflect. Since I used the word "reflect", I was partly kidding of course, but another part of it was completely true. It's good to look back on the things you've done, the choices you've made, and who you were. Not so much the "long ago" version of you...but the "short term" version of yourself.
I feel like lately I've been reflecting too much on who I was looong ago, that I forgot about who I was not too long ago...and that blends together with who I am now. And its weird to sit back and reflect at the person you've become. You wake up, look in the mirror, and realize, wow...I am selfish.
You've spent so much time planning your future, remembering your past, and figuring yourself out, you forget that the people you love are doing the same thing. We're all on that journey...for something more. Something better. Something new. And it hurts when you finally realize that the people you love...their journey isn't necessarily the same as yours. Maybe their journey is a little further north..another fork in the road...a different path...and all those other cliches.
And you have nothing else to do but accept it. Because the world doesn't revolve around you. You're not center stage in a renowned play. You're not famous and every detail of your life is in every tabloid. It just doesn't happen like that. At the end of the day, you have your family and, if your lucky, a few close friends who actually care about where you are in life. And that's that.
So in return, after those few friends have listened to you whine about how "lost" you've been and how youre on this "life long journey" the only thing you can really do is be there for them while they start theirs. Because it's really an amazing opportunity they've been offered...to go out and "find themself". To leave the town they've spent their whole life in. And even though my path lead me to Tallahassee, it's been an amazing experience. If if they can experience a fraction of what I've experienced here, then it's well worth the journey. The good parts, the bad parts, the boring parts. It's worth it all. It's worth the new friends. Worth the loss of old ones. Worth finding new infatuations, inspirations, and mentors. It's worth remembering the people back home. And loving them even more because of it.
There's no need for the jealousy. Or the fear. Forget the past and think of the now. The people that matter. The people that are really there. And if they mean anything at all...they'll be there when you return. If they mean anything at all...let them know.
I am an asshole.
I feel like lately I've been reflecting too much on who I was looong ago, that I forgot about who I was not too long ago...and that blends together with who I am now. And its weird to sit back and reflect at the person you've become. You wake up, look in the mirror, and realize, wow...I am selfish.
You've spent so much time planning your future, remembering your past, and figuring yourself out, you forget that the people you love are doing the same thing. We're all on that journey...for something more. Something better. Something new. And it hurts when you finally realize that the people you love...their journey isn't necessarily the same as yours. Maybe their journey is a little further north..another fork in the road...a different path...and all those other cliches.
And you have nothing else to do but accept it. Because the world doesn't revolve around you. You're not center stage in a renowned play. You're not famous and every detail of your life is in every tabloid. It just doesn't happen like that. At the end of the day, you have your family and, if your lucky, a few close friends who actually care about where you are in life. And that's that.
So in return, after those few friends have listened to you whine about how "lost" you've been and how youre on this "life long journey" the only thing you can really do is be there for them while they start theirs. Because it's really an amazing opportunity they've been offered...to go out and "find themself". To leave the town they've spent their whole life in. And even though my path lead me to Tallahassee, it's been an amazing experience. If if they can experience a fraction of what I've experienced here, then it's well worth the journey. The good parts, the bad parts, the boring parts. It's worth it all. It's worth the new friends. Worth the loss of old ones. Worth finding new infatuations, inspirations, and mentors. It's worth remembering the people back home. And loving them even more because of it.
There's no need for the jealousy. Or the fear. Forget the past and think of the now. The people that matter. The people that are really there. And if they mean anything at all...they'll be there when you return. If they mean anything at all...let them know.
I am an asshole.