When I was younger, I looked at the teen years with glorious envy. I couldn't wait to have six different classes! With six different teachers! Driving? More options at the school cafeteria? The possibilities seemed endless.
Now that I'm 17, things are different. It's always weird to watch Disney channel reruns and realize that in some cases I'm older than the main characters. Now we have APs, club elections, and overall so many more pressures in life. So in looking through my baby pictures this week, the nostalgia hit. One thing I realized is we'll never be content. When I was 7, I wanted to be 17, and now I miss the days when I could just watch PBS Kids after school instead of lift my ten pound backpack to the study. There'll always be something better, it seems.
Although I myself have this mentality sometimes, it's definitely not the right one to have. Different times of life have different benefits. Before I had much more free time, now I have much more freedom. Glorifying leads to nostalgia, to "man, I don't know where the time went". This goes back to my first blog post (real ones know) about the difference between nostalgia and simple memory. Nostalgia will always go back to the conclusion that those were the best of times. But in reality, we are constantly making memories that, when we're old and wrinkly, will look back on with the same fondness. Even school, which I constantly complain about, is something I miss during the summer. Like Andy Bernard said,
Right now, although it might not seem like it, we actually might be living our "good old days".
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