I still remember growing up as a child, playing inside and outside from the later morning until the later evening; being careless with no worries on our minds with the ones I loved; my brothers and sisters, my parents, my friends, my family. I can still remember my siblings and I getting into trouble after a long day of playing, and it seemed like the people that were giving us trouble (my parents) were the only ones frustrated… my siblings and I would laugh and giggle in disguise when being yelled at. And we would get a pinch or a twisting of our ear if we were caught reacting this way to my parents frustrations. LOL. Oh how I miss these days…
These were the days when we loved each other the most and saw each other for each other’s worth, rather than each others material growth. These were the days when we saw eye to eye, and loved each other no matter what… we were all young soldiers who were fearless of displaying our true character, whether it was goofing off, laughing to the stupidest jokes, or showing how much we were hurt or loved each other by crying from the heart. We were soldiers who also were unafraid to dream, and to believe in each others dreams… holding hands tightly when things got really bad.
These days have long gone, but these memories still are alive in galore.
Why is it that when we grow up, we no longer see each other eye to eye?
Why is it that now most of us no longer can relate?
Or why is it that now, most of us place ourselves on a peddle stool, looking down on those who we once ruled the world with as little soldiers?
Life in itself brings forward many challenges, disappointments, failures, successes, and so much more. Going through such whirlwinds can be overwhelming and distort our ability to see beyond how each and one of us have grown up to be, and can ultimately distort our ability to see each other’s true value; and I don’t mean value in terms of material value. Some of us propel much quicker than others towards the general perception of “success”, and then there are others who feel behind because they’re navigating on an unfamiliar path, and then there are also those who have no motivation to go anywhere in life at all. It does not matter what situation you are in or how successful you are. If you cannot see eye to eye with those who marched with you as little soldiers, you have become blind.
I’m writing this blog today, because I have experienced this, and being able to see this clearly was painful. It was painful seeing those who I love and those who I have known drift a part for this one reason of forgetting where we came from and not being able to speak to one another with respect and integrity.
I hope that all of you can take some time to galore in your memories and recollect those feelings that were left behind, and bring them present and share them again with the soldiers you called family. I also hope that we can all again see eye to eye, in every moment of our life; whether it’s joy or pain.
I want to end this blog by saying to everyone in my family (you know who you are when I speak of family) that I love all of you and that there is not a day in my life that I do not think of and wish the best for all of you, and I hope that all of us can for now on see eye to eye, and LIVE LIFE in the present by not forgetting about the past. Also, if there is anyone out there who I have ever shared a moment in my growing up with, I just want to say that I haven’t forgotten and that I hope life will bring us together again to celebrate the many joys and mysteries of life.
