Today I took my kid brother to the park down the street from our house. We got there and I found a seat on a bench because he immediately ran off to start playing. Normally I would run and play with him but today I just sat and watched. Right away he started playing with these two little kids (a brother and sister) and I found myself almost being jealous of them as they ran around in an imaginary world that they all found themselves in together. They were playing and laughing and were instant best friends. As I sat there watching them run and play my mind couldn't help but wander a little bit. I thought about where I am at in life and little things that are daily experiences back at school. I thought about people in my life, and I thought about the many thousands of strangers I pass each day without even really knowing it. I thought about how hard it is for me to meet people and make friends at the age of 21, and found myself jealous of these elementary kids who were insta-friends on the playground. There was no judgement being passed, and no need for anyone to impress others or be something they weren't. They were being their honest true selves and they were completely accepting. Why can't we keep that? Why do we let that go? And why can my little brother make friends so easily when I struggle so much? I sat there for about an hour or so, and I then we walked home. I didn't leave with any answers, but a thought that maybe things would be a lot better in this world if we all remembered what it was like to be a little kid, playing on the play ground with our new best friends.
FACT: The smartest people that I know are the people who read. FACT: I am nowhere near being 'the smartest person' anyone knows. FACT: I am a work in progress. FACT: I can become so much more than I currently am. FACT: I am on a quest to read as much as I can for a whole year. FACT: This is exponentially harder than it sounds. _________________________________________________________________________________ I was scrolling through Facebook last week and I came across an article that caught my attention. Being on a "quest to read more" I clicked on the article and started to read a column written by a young lady regarding mental health, her experience, and what she longs to say to those 'dear friends' around her who are also struggling. It was a great read and I am glad that I took the time to read it, however there is one question that has stuck in the back of my mind: "What are you scared of today?" As I have continu...
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