Delayed Birthday Post

I wrote this on the 20th. Sorry!


 

On the 19th, I turned 15 years old. Aaaanciiieeentttt. Just kidding, but I do feel pretty weird about it. Like where did all those years go?! HUH? It’s funny how in life we choose a few big memories, and those are always what we think about when we’re feeling nostalgic. No ol’ prune sits down on a rocking chair looking out the window, and says “ohhh, if ONLY I could go back to that one day when I slept in till 12.” NONE. They think about the days when they did something with their life, even if it was pretty small. Like going on a hiking trail with your family or the look on mom’s face when she opens your present on Christmas morning. Those are the times you remember.

Lately, every wasted minute I think about makes me cringe. “Disgusting” I think. And imagine. Just imagine if you had a big pile in front of you of all the minutes in your life that you’ve wasted. And you got to reuse them. Think of all the things you could do, in just the time that you spent on the couch or in bed or on your phone or NOT doing the things that you love? It’s like a whole other life. But what exactly makes a minute *wasted* after all? Well, a minute wasted is a minute that doesn’t make you happy, or do something to improve the quality of your life. That’s a minute wasted.

Laughing with your family? No! That’s not wasted at all. Doing your homework? Ha, as much as we’d like to think it is, no. That’s not wasted. Rule of thumb: If it makes you happy, it’s not time wasted. If it will help you in the future, it’s not time wasted. If you love it, it’s not time wasted. If it’s for the good of other people, it’s not time wasted. If it only distracts you from your true goals, if it’s not REAL life, if it’s only a barrier in your path to success, kick it. You can do better.

Life is the art of drawing without an eraser. Life is only what we make it. Life is 10% what happens to us and 90% how we react to it. What’s gone is gone and now is here.

Life. Is. Yours. Do something.