When we were young and the world was still in front of us

When we were young, we not only wanted everything, but we also assumed that it was ours. 

And we not only thought we deserved it, but we were foolish enough to think that it would last. 

God bless that sweet, guileless time of life. Before the world sunk its cruel jaws into us. Before daily existence carried us down the river of disappointment and shattered our dreams on the rocks of expectation. 

In those days, when we were deluded about our behavior and couldn’t see that it was childish, everything was puppy dogs and ice cream. Back then, our naivete was our loving companion. And we savored every mouthwatering bite. 

Until that fateful day when the crushing reality of the world begun to fully dawn our unripe consciousness. There was that one bold stroke that broke our innocent heart into pieces. 

Maybe it was after messy breakup. Or an unexpected corporate layoff. Or that jerkoff client who stiffed us for five grand and then mysteriously disappeared. Or maybe it was a national economic meltdown that destroyed any shred of trust we had in government. 

Everyone has their moment, and there’s no sense in fighting it. 

Hornsby sang it best:

You can lay your head back on the ground, let your hair fall all around, offer up your best defense, but this is the end of the innocence

And looking back, each of us probably remembers when that shift began. 

We started to learn that nobody in life gets exactly what they thought they were going to get. We started to learn that constantly keeping count of what we felt we were entitled was is a waste of paper. We started to learn that allowing ourselves to be seduced by childish thoughts, just because they were more comforting, didn’t help us grow. We started to learn that it’s not about who fucked us over, who owes us for what, and how much we think we’ve earned the right to receive. 

Because it doesn’t matter how many people don’t love us.

It only matters how much we love ourselves, and how many people in our lives know that we love them. 

Everything else is just a garnish. 


Are you sculpting a vision of what a mature human being is like?* * * *

Scott Ginsberg

That Guy with the Nametag

Author. Speaker. Strategist. Inventor. Filmmaker. Publisher. Songwriter.  



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