Now that I am on Christmas break, I find that I have A LOT of free-time on my hands. I woke up at seven to work out, but I couldn't wake up in-time for my eight o'clock class during the school year. Funny how it works out. Anyways, I found myself looking through past photo albums of when I was a kid and was it possibly the best entertainment for my morning? Absolutely.
I love re-living certain moments in life that made you smile. Those moments where anything and everything was entertaining. Moments that helped you feel like life could never go wrong. Those moments were good times. Actually scratch that, they were GREAT times. Little kids bring out the best energy and light in this World and I miss being around it, seeing it and living it.
Looking back at my past, helped me re-define myself and find me again. It helped me realize that family is the most important thing in my life, that my little brother is and always will be my best friend, side-kick and partner-in-crime, and that I have lived a pretty miraculous life. I grew up with siblings that loved to be around each other, parents who love each other unconditionally and a roof over our heads. What more could you want? Sure, there have been days where there have been heartaches, pain, anger and frustration, but none of those days are close to comparison to the amount of love and happiness I have lived.
People tell you to not look at your past, but as long as you look back and realize your lessons through your mistakes, your pick-me-ups after you fall down, the smiles after the heartaches, and the laughter through the pain...
then I say, look at your past all you want.
'Cause those memories helped shape us, and sometimes it is nice to re-evaluate ourselves and remember the full purpose of why we came to live.
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