May 20, 2012 6 Comments
As we get older, we lose a sense of what life is all about. We’re born embracing all of the curiosity and fun that living brings. But slowly over time, that innocent, untainted enthusiasm is chiseled away, often leaving no more inside of us than bitterness and skepticism.
Remember when you would come home from school or church and go straight outside? I can still remember my mom yelling at me to change out of my “good clothes!” Remember how excited you were when the boy down the street knocked on the door and asked if you could come out and play. When we didn’t immediately weigh the request against all of the other obligations and responsibilities we had? Remember when all that mattered is that you were outside in the sun and dirt, running around? Remember when you weren’t worried about the report you had to finish for school the next day or the meeting you had at work on Monday morning or what you were going to make for dinner or the clothes that you still needed to wash, dry, and fold?
True, some of this is a product of just being young, naive perhaps. And as you get older and have people dependent upon you instead of the other way around, you must naturally change your approach to life.
But a lot of us take it too far. Most of us forget how much fun life should be, taking instead a much more serious, calculated, “responsible” approach. Those who know me might argue I’m the poster boy for that way of thinking. ”Addicted to Improvement”, my self created tagline and brand, has often meant I take life–and myself–way, way too seriously. Read more of this post