It’s All Too Much
Comments (2) I used to believe that I had a very clear idea of what I would be nowadays. Without doubt, I’m not alone in being surprised that I’m nowhere near being what I imagined. However, as I ponder this, I have to question whether anything I ever imagined myself to be was realistic.
The view of the world through the eyes of a child is often at extremes: vivid color or dismal grey. There are moments when the world is yours to conquer, and then the next minute can become the worst moment ever as you struggle to make sense of life.
It seems to me there is very little certainty in either scenario. Everything plays out according to what we have learned given where and when we are. So, with this in mind…how could I ever trust the imagination of my younger self to be realistic? More significantly, why does realizing this change nothing as to how I feel about what I am today?
Life
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doubt, extremes, imagination, kids, perspective
Themocracy