The Good 'Ol Days

Having a blog is pretty fun, but it has the potential to make one's life miserable. I'll be living my simple life, minding my own business, when out of nowhere comes an amazing idea for a blog entry. I won't write it down of course, because it is such a good idea that there is no possible way that I could forget it. I do, however, usually within the hour. It's really quite annoying. If you are a person who has no writing ability whatsoever, and your life is about as boring as playing UNO with a rubber chicken, then you will never have the problem I just described. However, if you have an amazing talent for spinning tales, a superior mastery of the English language, and a life more exciting than playing UNO with a pack of starving, crazed weasels, then you know what I am talking about, maybe. I don't fall into either of the two categories, but I somehow manage to come up with amazing blog entry topics during the day, and then forget them before I can write about them at night. I suppose I could jot down ideas for blog entries as they generate, but that sounds too much like English class.

Anyway, this entry does actually have a topic. Part of my homework today was to write about my "creative experience", which they explained to be all the times you ever designed or created something. Basically, I had to write about how I have created or designed things throughout my life. One of the things I wrote about was playing with LEGO's with my brother. We would spend hours and hours with the LEGO's spread out on the floor of our room building things and then making up stories as we played with what we built. Writing about it made me realize how much I miss it. Back when life was simple. When girls were to be only secretly adored, when homework consisted of a geography worksheet and a handful of math problems, when money was only something that adults had and that you would recieve occasionally for your birthday, and when scheduling your day meant remembering when Pokemon was on. I really miss it. And I'm very tempted to feel sorry for myself. Why? I don't know, for having grown up I guess. But that is exactly what I shouldn't do. I mean the feeling sorry, not the growing up, we should all grow up. In looking back at "better" times, I completely miss all the blessings God has given me for now. He's given me the chance to get an excellent education at a top-notch school. He's surrounded me with friends who love him, and who love each other. He has provided for all my material needs, and many wants. And he's given me loving, humble parents, whose love for me is about as unconditional as human love can be.

I have nothing to complain about, and I certainly have no right to be dwelling in the past and wishing I could go back to the good old days.

So, enjoy the present while you have it, and let the past be a fond memory.