Let’s be honest some more, OK?
Life was so much more interesting and fun when we were younger, before we decided we could tell ourselves what everything meant (for ourselves and everyone else, by the way) as well as what everyone should be doing (including ourselves, also BTW) It’s fascinating. We all go through a brief stage wherein we’re sincerely convinced that everyone we come in contact with (and we do this so secretly) could honestly use some advice. Total strangers, no less. Family members? Don’t get us started . . .
So, apart from all that distraction, do you remember what was fun about it?
What about this:
We didn’t know shit . . . and we knew we didn’t know shit . . . and we remember feeling “I don’t care about not knowing shit” . . . and that it was almost cool not knowing or caring about knowing shit . . . and just going with a feeling . . . ?
It was a feeling of raw possibility
It was the enthusiasm of hope
I’m here to tell you, in case you’re not sure, that it doesn’t matter how
or who tamped that hope and fun and openness to possibilities
down in us . . . It cannot go out.
Give it a little chance
Goodness will spring back into our life