Conversation with my little brother:
Lewis: "I'm so old!"
Me: "Why do you say that?"
Lewis: "Just saying "old" makes me feel old."
Me: "Oh yeah?"
Lewis: "Yeah. I'm 8 years old! I can do so much now. (As he gets himself a glass of milk.) When I was little, I used to go watch the garbage truck come every time. But now I just keep doing my thing."
I don't know exactly why, but this conversation we had a moment ago really stuck out to me. Maybe it's that I was just thinking that about myself and how I'm about to be married in 2 months. Perspective is such a wild thing. Looking back on your life, be it the problems you used to think so important and that seem so trivial now, or the big events (like a garbage truck) that don't matter any more, things change when your perspective changes.
It makes me think about two things--
What am I worrying about now that won't matter?
And then this idea follows close behind:
What should I take delight in now, that will soon be gone, and that I'm not noticing at the moment?
Amazing what a few words from an 8-year-old can inspire.
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