While I sit here listening to my new favorite band, Beruit, play their amazing melodies for me, I decided to work up some old pictures I took at “Mifflin Street” last year. I stumbled on a picture that I did edit but never shared with anyone.
I started to think about the child sitting there, enjoying the music, not a care in the world. I remember seeing him dance, letting loose and just having a blast. The band was amazing. It was a festival for all to enjoy. I wonder what the child was thinking. Was he thinking about anything at all? Did he care one bit about what was happening two blocks down? Did he care about what he was going to do later that night or his life? I hope not.
What every happened to all our dreams? I’m not saying this to provoke anything other than thought. Step back and look at yourself as if you were a younger version looking at yourself. Would you approve? Did you follow your pointless, silly dreams?
I did this, and I believe I did. No, I know I have. Next time you’re out and you see a young child, think about yourself at that age. You may be surprised that life’s best pleasures are the simplest. Dance in the street; Sit on the street and listen to a band; Say what you want to say; Let loose.
Now tell me, what did you want to be when you were young? Does the younger version of you approve of where you are now?
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