I’m always there for people.
And then are they there for me when I need them?
And does this stop me from continuing to be there when they need me?
Either I care too much or I’m just really stupid
Today I went to the aquarium. And there were a lot of children. And many of them were, well, bratty, to say the least.
I see these young kids with their parents, acting pissed off and whiney, and it drives me crazy. I want to grab them by the shoulders, look them hard in the eye, and just tell them - “These are the best days of your life. You will look back on this and wish and wish that you could get them back. Embrace it, embrace it, EMBRACE IT.” The things I would do just to have time like that again. To be carefree, enjoying time with my parents, not worried about anything. I can hardly remember what that felt like - I get glimpses of it sometime - and yet I miss it so much.
I know a kid would never understand if I told them that. And they aren’t supposed to. It is something they will learn in time - just as I did. I guess that’s just life for you. Some things you won’t comprehend until it’s simply too late.