Ever since I have started going back to church I have been trying to be a better version of me. I’m not saying that I wasn’t a good person before, but I have tried to become more understanding of others and change my attitude towards them. I feel that before I was a compassionate and loving person, but I wasn’t at my best.
I feel there is always room to become better. Whether it is in our physical, social, mental, or spiritual lives, there is always room to become better. I remember a poem when I was in elementary school. I was always in trouble for something so I was in the principal’s office often. The poem is as follows:
Good, better, best,
Never let it rest,
Until your good is better
Or until your better’s best!
This has stuck with me forever, through thick and thin, this is a poem I’ll never forget. I’ve noticed recently that, as a person, I continually strive for better buy constantly get held back by my own thoughts. For those things in life that are monumental to start, I don’t stop them easily. It’s like they have their own inertia that pushes me and keeps me going.
I thank God and pray everyday when i remember to. I pray that I may gain freedom from debt, depression, anger and laziness. I pray for my friends and their own happiness. I pray for the safety of those around me that I love and even those that I don’t know. I pray for God’s love, forgiveness and acceptance for everyone, and I pray to be a better person.
Yesterday I drove by a house that a friend of mine used to live in. This was back on elementary school of course, but I still imagine him living there or at the very least his parents. I got to thinking how he had been over the years and how he faired in life. So naturally, I Facebook stalked him!
I know I know, it’s creepy, but hey, we were pretty good friends way back. I was happy to know that he was doing well. Like myself, he had a hard life as one of the chubby kids. I believe he had a learning disability, but I may be wrong as kids often are.
I actually drive by his place quite often and think of him, but this was the first time I’d thought of looking him up. His face has changed and he’s gotten taller. He still looked like he would be nerdy (which he is), he appears to have a daughter, and play a guitar. It’s interesting to think how much he has changed in such a short time, or rather a long time. I think the last time I saw him was in middle school if I remember correctly. We definitely went our separate ways and into out different cliques.
Do you have a friend that you will randomly think about? Do you look them up to see how they have done? Do you wonder what their lives are like and what your life would be like if you were still around eachother?
Life is an amazing journey that we are all apart of. Whether you are active or not, it really just depends how you live it which determines how you feel about it. There are sayings that “it’s about the journey, not the destination” or something along those lines. I personally believe that my destination is the journey.
My life is an ever-changing, ever-evolving, and an ever-growing cycle. I would never change a thing about my past because I wouldn’t be where I am today in this journey. I have no regrets and I have no qualms about moving onward. I am so very excited to see what happens next!