Spoke to an old friend today and he told me how he missed the good old days. I told him that although my youth was good in general, I surely don’t miss them. Those were the days of shopping with friends, checking out boys, watching local bands play and getting away with many, many things. Those were also the days fraught with illness, sadness, and struggle.
Life has been a series of constant learning and improvements. It took me so long to realise this. Everything “bad” that had happened was an opportunity for me to learn and better myself. So in effect, each new day is better than the day before.
The present is a comfortable place for me to be right now. The people I love are healthy and relatively happy and that makes me happy. It’s funny how now that I live life fully aware of the present, every little “good” thing is magnified. “I’m having a funny conversation with my husband, how cool is that?”, “My cat is dreaming in its sleep. This is cuteness personified!”, “I’m eating a chocolate bar. What a delightful taste!”
10, 20 years on, when I look back on this day I hope I’ll still be saying “those were the good old days. And thank you for the present”.