A little inspiration for my readers:
Can you remember when you were little? Think back.
I mean REALLY little; your mother still holding your hand to the school
bus little. Do you remember how you used
to act, how you used to think, feel, and be?
You were careless and were concerned with a different set
of priorities. You had other pet peeves
and triggers. Simpler things made you
happy and you were more family-orientated.
Instead of worrying about what others will see you in and spending hours
to pick and reevaluate your outfit, you styled yourself with whatever suited
your mood and were done with it. And I’m
pretty sure a lot of us had little bloated baby tummies and did not flinch once
in front of the mirror. We loved running
around, being reckless, and rolling in the mud.
Getting dirty was an adventure, not a chore.
Remember how we used to interact with others. Without troubling ourselves over future
possibilities and scenarios, we acted upon impulse. Although taking certain consequences into
consideration is sometimes crucial in the decision-making process, why should
it affect the way in which we converse with others? In other words, why should the prospective
reactions from others determine our initial actions? At the risk of sounding cliche, my perfect
world is one in which all are true and sincere without the fear of judgment on their
conscious. It is your life you’re
living, so why should others dictate your story line?
Dance for all that are watching. Speak for all who are listening. Shine for all those residing in
darkness. Be yourself for the world. Be true and self-fulfilling first, burdened and
careful last. IT IS OKAY TO PLAY NOW,
PAY LATER (thanks, Mishon). You could
spend your life dreaming of living, which sounds redundant, doesn’t it? It is always good to work then play, to
balance yourself in order to survive, but remember also that youth is for doing
things you cannot do with age. And why
should your age signify the number of regrets you collected along the way? “Playing it safe” may look appealing at the
moment, but deciding not to do something could be just as regretful as the
alternative.
The longer you prolong a decision, the more attention you
are taking away from others to be made.
You could spend just as much time considering an action as you could spend
completing it. For example, while you
are trying to decide if you are going to participate in the bull-riding contest
in front of hundreds, you are diverting your concentration from other
opportunities you may have. In this
time, the prize could be claimed by another contender, the love of your life
could be considering introducing him/herself to you, or your favorite celebrity
could be behind you in line for the contest.
I’m not trying to pressure you into becoming a Yes-man, and some
decisions require more consideration, but definitely do NOT hesitate and miss
an amazing moment due to fear.
There are a million scenarios that could occur as a
result of participating in such a contest.
You could fly off and break your arm.
You could accidentally rip your shirt and expose yourself. You could fall off the fake bull after the
slightest movement. BUT sometimes the
pain of today is worth the memory for tomorrow.
Five years from now, does it matter if Jessica Alba point-blank
witnessed you rolling ridiculously, unnecessarily, and embarrassingly off the
fake bull before it even begins to jerk you?
You fall flat on your face, and happen to be wearing a skirt or
extremely short shorts, slightly exposing yourself. But what do you do when you pick yourself
up? The moment has begun and you are
helpless to that fact. But your next
move makes your story. Get up and run
out the door? Or hop up, shake it off,
and get back on the bull? Most of the
time, the important factor in a situation is not what happens, but how you
handle it. The world is filled with
unfortunate events, but succeeding against all odds is always admirable.
When you are old, wrinkly, lacking full mobility, and
left to your thoughts alone, what will be memorable to you? Rolling out of the spotlight and sneaking off
to blend into normalcy, or getting back on the bull, winning the contest and a
high-five from Jessica? Even if you don’t
win the contest, you still might get the high-five, which might just be as
satisfying.
Today, a lot of people are preoccupied with being
leaders, not followers. So when you are
older, will you be a speaker or a listener?
Will you be passive, and reminisce with others of their tales, or will
you recount your own, and continue to awe your audience?