I loved going to the pile of tires. I could stay there for hours, with or without friends, building things and discovering fun things to do with old tires. It was truly a care-free time in my life. I wasn't concerned about anything. I didn't have any responsibilities other than getting home in time for dinner. I didn't have to worry about school, or work. The only concern I had was just to make sure I didn't hurt myself... and even that I only cared about to a certain degree.
Growing older, graduating highschool, entering college, and considering marraige has made me think a lot about these memories... memories of times in my life of care-free simplicity.
Thinking about these times has made me realize that the older you get, the harder it gets - and there's no going back to when it was easier.
I remember thinking when I was younger that everything would be so much better when I got older because I wouldn't have rules anymore. I grew up to find out that I wasn't entirely correct.
Each year, if not each day I got older, more responsibilities were added to my life. It's like learning to drive. I remember thinking that I couldn't wait until I could drive so that way I wouldn't have to ask my mom's permission to go places. Then I got my license and I wanted a car. But guess what had to happen before I could get that car... I needed a job. More complication and stress was added to my life. The same was with all other growth points. I thought that after I graduated highschool, things would be better... but again, I was wrong. College ended up to be a rather rude awakening, and added even more responsibility and stress to my life. I thought that things would be better if I had a boyfriend... after a few heartbreaks, I learned that this wasn't always the case. More stress and complications were added to life.
Sometimes I get so stressed out that I wish I could just go back to that abandoned field with the pile of tires, and build myself a little hide-away back in the woods somewhere. Do you ever feel that way?
Several years ago, the property where the woods and tires once were was bought, and a housing development was built in its place. It really sadened me as I watched them tear down the trees each day that I came home from school, even though I was a teenager and really didn't go back there much anymore. It was just depressing to think that I couldn't go back there to relive those memories of a stress-free time. My child-like faith believed that those woods would always be there, so that when I had children of my own, I could take them there - to grandma's house - so they could play, learn, and create in the same woods that I did as a child.
Sometimes I wish that I could make life simpler... but I have realized that the best way for me to "get over" life's stresses, is to look toward the positive aspects of the future. Even though I am sure that life will only get harder as relationships grow and responsibilities grow in number, I can choose to not worry about it. I can choose to not let stress get the best of me.
Perhaps simplicity is a choice.
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