As we mature...
It's funny how things change as we grow older (or up). How the things that once sounded so boring, so lame, are now the things that bring me so much joy. It's no longer the huge things, the trips, the parties, the all-night raves or dance clubs...It now seems to be the down time. Instead of getting all gussied up, instead of primping and prepping for hours on end to try and impress everyone and anyone, it's nice to be able to just lay around in pajama pants and a t-shirt, and feel just as special.
Looking back to a few years ago, when I was 22'ish, I couldn't even fathom the idea of staying home and just "hanging out". I didn't see how chillaxing and drinking and watching movies all weekend could be any fun. The good times were at the bars, the clubs, the crazy parties...How could hanging out at an apartment be better than that?! Now, I understand. It's not a matter of being out and crazy and wild in public, it boils down to being with the ones you are closest to and enjoying their company. Sure, going out is still fun, but it's not something that I LOVE to do all the time. Home cooked dinners and Power Hour drinking with one person, two people, ten other people, is just as fun, if not "funner" than going out and getting hammered with a bunch of strangers that you somehow end up confessing your love to and making friends with even though you have no intentions of ever seeing them again. It's INSANE!
I think another thing is, as we mature, we begin to see that the people we hold closest to us should not be taken for granted. Times change, people change, but the real friends are always there. If not physically, in spirit and in mind. I know I don't see some friends enough, but they are still a great part of my life, and not a day goes by where they don't cross my mind. In conclusion, I really do think it's the little things that mean the most. A call, a text, a quiet night in...Whatever it may be, it's the little things that make up the important parts of life. Life's not measured in the amount of breaths we take, but in the moments that take our breath away...
Looking back to a few years ago, when I was 22'ish, I couldn't even fathom the idea of staying home and just "hanging out". I didn't see how chillaxing and drinking and watching movies all weekend could be any fun. The good times were at the bars, the clubs, the crazy parties...How could hanging out at an apartment be better than that?! Now, I understand. It's not a matter of being out and crazy and wild in public, it boils down to being with the ones you are closest to and enjoying their company. Sure, going out is still fun, but it's not something that I LOVE to do all the time. Home cooked dinners and Power Hour drinking with one person, two people, ten other people, is just as fun, if not "funner" than going out and getting hammered with a bunch of strangers that you somehow end up confessing your love to and making friends with even though you have no intentions of ever seeing them again. It's INSANE!
I think another thing is, as we mature, we begin to see that the people we hold closest to us should not be taken for granted. Times change, people change, but the real friends are always there. If not physically, in spirit and in mind. I know I don't see some friends enough, but they are still a great part of my life, and not a day goes by where they don't cross my mind. In conclusion, I really do think it's the little things that mean the most. A call, a text, a quiet night in...Whatever it may be, it's the little things that make up the important parts of life. Life's not measured in the amount of breaths we take, but in the moments that take our breath away...
posted by Ill-Fated Butterfly at 8:41 AM
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