I once read something that broke my heart a little. It said something along the lines of one day you and your friends went out to play together for the last time and nobody knew it.
My brother, my cousin, and I had so many adventures. We played outside from as soon as we got up until dark and sometimes after. We built forts, rode bicycles, went fishing, and everything else children love to do. We played hard and let our imaginations run free. We spent countless hours under the sun and roaming the woods behind our houses without a care in the world.
Then we grew up. This is only a memory now that gets farther away as the years pass by.
That's the tricky thing about life. We never realize we are living in the best of times until they are gone. Maybe that is a good thing. If I knew the last day we played together would be the last day then I would have been immensely sad. Same for all the other last in my life. Maybe not realizing the end is a blessing in disguise that allows us to enjoy the pleasant things in life so they become a sweet memory.
People are always wishing for something else. I used to wish to be older and to do as I pleased. Now I just wish to return to my childhood and make more memories with my best friends. My advice to you is don't wish your life away. Preach this to your siblings, cousins, nieces, and nephews. Enjoy every season of life for what it is and live in the moment. Time is fleeting.
Dr. Seuss said it best "Sometimes you will never know the value of a moment until it becomes a memory."
