I think a lot about the longevity of life, it’s substance and how to make the most of my childhood.
There are days when all teenagers sit at home and waste away, and whenever I have one of those days I think about how if I don’t seize every day, then I’m giving up my time as a child.
And on one of these days it hit me like a running train: I have two years of my childhood left.
There are many things about childhood that you only comprehend after they’re lost in memory.
No one tells you you’re going to have to start over again and again and some people will never be right for you. Neither will some places. Some hobbies will fade and so will memories that you push to the back of your mind. You can completely lose a past version of yourself. No one ever tells you that; it’s just something you pick up on the way and you think you’ve learned until it happens AGAIN, and then you’re like, “man, I should’ve remembered this lesson from last time.”
Childhood is more complicated than it seems, and adults always tell children they have it easy.
But as children we learn from experience, and most of us only understand how life truly works once we hit adulthood. We only really learn the consequences of our actions when we experience them multiple times.
Of course, throughout life you keep learning.
But it’s sad to think that we repeat mistakes so often in our childhood and mostly comprehend those mistakes when we’re adults.
It also depends on the child’s maturity, because a mature child is more likely to develop discernment at a younger age. Does that mean that all those other children with 10 hours of screen time per day, entering toxic relationships for popularity, and failing classes in school will only understand what they’ve missed out on once they’re an adult?
Is it possible they’ll never realize their mistakes?
Anyway, that’s just a thought dump for you. Make sure to leave a comment and join in on the discussion. 🤗
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