I recently connected with a dear friend from high school. (If you missed that post, you can read about it here.)
It’s been a joyful time.
We’ve texted and played phone tag. We’ve reminisced and walked down Memory Lane, and we’ve made plans to spend time together toward the end of the month.
I can’t wait!
I’ve not seen *Beth in about 25 years—since the last reunion we both attended. (Goodness gracious—how is that even possible?! We should still be wearing our bell bottoms and Farrah Fawcett hair and dancing to the Bee Gees at our favorite dariette!)
Well, as cliché as it sounds, time does march on.
Because of my dance with the past, this week’s been filled with poignant memories—some bittersweet and some laugh-out-loud funny.
And then there are those moments, too, that have pricked my heart as I’ve learned of other classmates’ loss.
I’ve thought about how short life really is. How one year melds quickly into the next the older we get.
Why did it take so long for Beth and I to reconnect?
We were good friends in high school.
We shared similar interests.
We laughed at the same silly jokes, liked the same songs, moved in the same circles.
I suppose we lost touch because our lives went in different directions for awhile. I did the education route first and family second, and for Beth it was the other way around.
Regardless—I’m thankful God reconnected us.
(Besides Beth, my longest enduring friendship is with my best friend from college. I’m very blessed.)
The great thing about the passage of time is the opportunity it affords us. We can watch it slip by or we can mature and grow.
Thankfully, I’ve grown.
I’ve tried new things.
I’ve stepped past my comfort zone.
I’ve adapted to change and I’ve adopted resiliency because of it.
Somewhere in my late 20s I realized there were certain things I wanted from life, and I began to plan. I made goals and I wrote them down.
I visualized outcomes.
Since I’m not one to sit back and linger on the sidelines too long (I’m a doer) that active mindset has served me well.
I’ve moved beyond the constraints of circumstances and explored the what ifs.
While many people view aging as an inhibitor, I’ve found it freeing. We’re not bound by the same level of expectation that we are when we’re younger so our societal (and self-imposed) bubbles no longer inhibit.
We still have obligations to meet, but we also avail ourselves to options.
It sounds incredibly archaic, but I wish I could tell today’s youth not to focus so much on living for the moment, but to live for the moment with purpose.
As teens and young adults, we’re just not thinking in long-term yet. Our world is our now. Because we don’t have many life experiences to gauge our future by, we make choices judged on our present.
Seems like the rational thing to do, right?
But the reality is—in our youth, we don’t think as clearly.
We’re rarely rational. Our brains are still guided by raging hormones and the sleepy fog of adolescence. It takes time to outgrow those necessary (and normal) checks and balances of nature.
God knew what He was doing when He created transitional life points. (Seasoning periods.) In other words, He knew a variety of experiences—good and some not so good—would be necessary as we climbed and mastered each rung of the maturity ladder.
I think if I could step back in time, I’d tell my younger self to appreciate the moment more…
To relish knowledge and never lose passion for desiring more.
After all—“more” is the perfect word when you frame it by God’s standards and what He wants for us.
(*For privacy considerations, not Beth’s real name.)
What are some things you’ve learned as you’ve matured?
Any advice for our youth today?
The perfect word when framed by God’s standards. (Click to Tweet)
Don’t focus so much on living for the moment. Live the moment with purpose. (Click to Tweet)