Once upon a time

Once upon a time, as all good stories start, I knew nothing. Not to say I know a lot now, but I know something.  I miss those times when life seemed simpler and I was only a child, my only care being to play. I miss enjoying today with no worry for tomorrow. I miss not judging or being judged by anyone.

Now life is different. There are so many aspects to be considered for every word I say and for every little thing I do. It takes the fun out of life. Everybody is offended by the most stupid and unimportant things. The essence of things is not important, instead, we choose to see only what helps make our point.

We have forgotten how to put ourselves in another’s place so we can understand why they do or say something.  We must remember how, as children, we played with anyone willing to play with us, without judging.

Life could become less complicated if we just allow ourselves and everyone else to just be.

I keep waiting for something to guide me, to point me in the right direction, even though I know is never coming. We have all been given this life to decide for ourselves. We can’t be saved by anyone but ourselves. It is on us to find our way and struggle to keep it once found.

It is hard to find something when you don’t know what you’re looking for. What I’ve found to work for me is collecting pieces, because looking back they are easier to see. Over time the pieces you have collected start to form an image you recognize. For this to happen, a lot of patience is required and a lot of tenacity.

It is your job to watch over yourself and make sure the path you are on is the right one. If it’s not, you must find the courage to change direction. Only you can live this life. All others have their own. It is time to save yourself.