Whenever I’m bored and have nothing to do, I usually go on my desktop at home, my personal laptop, or go through my family’s photo album and reminisce. It’s such an enjoyable feeling, but it’s also bittersweet.
Since yesterday was Father’s Day, I decided to look through old photos and actually post a picture of my father since I barely do. And while looking for the right photo, I stumbled across old photos from when I was a child. I honestly miss those days; those were the days when I was completely carefree, I was constantly surrounded by my extended family, and my parents were much more liberal. Those were really good times, but of course, all great things must come to an end. And all that’s left are the memories.
Looking back at pictures from when I was a child, I always freak out and scream (because I’m extra lmao) but I always think about how much I’ve grown. How much I endured. How much more I have to grow. It’s crazy how much things can change, how fast your life can turn in just… a second. Growth is interesting because it’s a factor in our lives that we pay the least attention to but when we actually notice it, it’s mind blowing. I love the idea of growth in every aspect; mental, emotional, spiritual, and physical. It’s beautiful to witness each type blossom in people’s lives, even in my life as well.
There are a great number of experiences/memories that I wish I could just forget; things that I did that I’m not very proud of and things that I wish I did differently. But with time and with growth, you mature. You begin to develop more and more insight on your life and on other people and it is just… breathtakingly beautiful. With time and growth, you learn to move at your own pace and accept that everyone’s experiences and lives are far more different than yours. You learn to accept who you are as an individual and I believe that is the most beautiful discovery known to man: discovering who you are through growth. Ughhhh, amazing.
I’m at a point in my life where I’m okay with where I am, how I’m moving, and where I’m going. I’m content with myself. I’m learning to become more proud of my accomplishments instead of praising my failures. It’s hard work to keep reminding yourself to be positive, at least towards yourself. Because it’s so easy to get caught up noticing the things that you believe are wrong about you. I’m not going back to to that. I refuse. I’m moving forward, and I hope you do too.
It’s so easy for people to dismiss your growth, because they only know you based on what they see. But never let their judgement overpower what you know about yourself. You’re far too important to be pushed to the corner. Sis, live. Fuck everyone else and do you.