How many times have you found yourself trying to figure out why life is so difficult? How many times have you second-guessed yourself on something you knew or felt strongly that you could achieve, just because of how you might be perceived by others? For some of us, we push past those fears and overcome the complexities of life. For others of us, the fear can be disabling and can turn into depression so weighty that it is unbearable.
In retrospect, I consider how I've played the villain, questioning someone's idea of an undertaking. In some instances, I've caught myself mid question and held my tongue, realizing it wasn't fair for me to question someone's thoughts of or vision for themselves. Several years ago, I started to wonder how much I've done that to myself. Am I so judgmental of myself that I reflect that onto others? It's something to think about. How frequently have I lost sight of my dreams because they didn't work within the norms of life? How much have I set aside and eventually forgotten? And more recently I've decided to put forth an effort to do as much of those forgotten things than I ever have. Writing is one of those things, and this is a step to "un-depressing" or returning back to my original Self.
Everyone changes as we get older, and that makes sense, because of our experiences. However, some of us become completely different, and not necessarily for the better. Do you remember some of your favorite things from your childhood? How would it make your life just a little bit more fun to enjoy one of those childhood pleasures again? Just for "old times' sake". I think we've got to stop insulting childhood because these were our formative years, i.e. the years in which we were BEcoming Ourselves. Do you realize how many times we've been told to "grow up", that "games are for kids" and so on? How many times have you said any of those things yourself? Somewhere along the way we decided that our lives as adults had to be dry and dull. Games ar…
