do you remember yourself growing up well? Sometimes when I think about it it’s almost as if just now some small part of my childhood was happening (my parents and I buying a chocolate bar after an evening walk or my dad fixing my marker as I asked) and then bam – I’m 21, in university everything is scary and confusing and I know next to nothing about being an adult because my last 15 years barely exist to me

brokenightlight:

I understand what you mean entirely. When I was going through basic training I found myself almost constantly daydreaming about some past experience with my family or back home. I remember trying to express the feeling to others – how those sorts of thoughts seemed to push themselves into your head on their own over and over again and last uninterrupted until something loud enough snapped your attention elsewhere. I think I even wrote about it in a letter back home to my parents, although I could have dreamed that as well. It hasn’t stopped yet and I think being away from home has managed to multiply it extensively.

That we are lucky enough to enjoy remembering our earlier years means that those years were probably very good. Just don’t let yourself believe that the present is all bad. In ten years you will look back with the same feelings, and there will always be some impending responsibility or event that you feel you aren’t ready for. Life is exciting and is dynamic because of this. Time is constantly moving away from where you are now, so try your best to realize that there are sweet and good things going on in your life at this moment that you’re most likely overlooking. I often feel crushed under the weight of my current dilemma, but then I recall all of the unique and beautiful people I’ve been lucky enough to meet because of it, and I realize that those things are what should be focused on rather than the fear and the worries of what’s to come. Hopefully you can learn to do this to and gain from it in the same way I have. Have a lovely evening ❤

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