Back into the swing of things.
I felt a month break from blogging was good enough. With so many different ideas spawning in my mind over the last month, I'm sure I have plenty of inspiration and material to blog over. But I've been having so much thought about the future. What life has in store for me. It's one of the only things I have had my mind on lately. My future. The future in general. But perhaps even further developing this concept, I have thought about my past. The origins of my life that have sculpted me into the being that I am today.
My youthhood.
I have had many lapses back to my childhood. Memories that I am still very fond of, items of my past that hold incredible significance of me. I've discussed the Fountain of Youth before in previous posts. Lately I've been revisiting the concept, about what creates that source of childhood behavior. It seems to be becoming more and more apparent to me that the Fountain of Youth is always flowing. That fountain consists of the memories that we are so fond of, and they lie within the inner quandaries of the mind and in the heart.Yet, these memories are just like pictures.
They fade with age.
It has been hurting me lately to realize that I am growing up. No longer the young and smiling child that I see in the pictures of carrying the red bouncy ball in my giant front yard next to the oak tree that I would always climb into with my cousin. Instead, I look back to these memories. They fill me with happiness, but what more do these memories serve? Simply the reminiscence of cherished moments. These moments can never be recaptured. Instead, I am becoming an adult. In attempt - or perhaps denial - to such thought, I have been searching for that very same Fountain of Youth I mentioned previously. I used to keep the mindset that this fountain was drying.
In fact, I was wrong.
Instead, as I begin to take the step from adolescence into adulthood, I rely upon my Fountain of Youth to better the future that is yet to come. All of these memories that I have held as a child, they influence my being still. The young child that has splattered spaghetti all over his face may not be the same in physical being, but the dreams that were developed as a child are still here. The dreams of going on to help others. The dream of going on to be a notable part of life. As we begin to look back on the unique childhoods every single one of us have, you have to remember one thing about your Fountain of Youth.
Dreams are where it all starts.
