Perspective

It seems like the older I get, the more I find myself trying to understand and articulate my thoughts more clearly. When I was younger, I thought I had a firmer grasp of what I was contemplating than I realized. I wasn't fully aware of how my thoughts affected various areas of my life, such as my behavior, rectitude, and even my progression toward the goals I had set myself to accomplish. That made it difficult to express them comprehensively and, in turn, apply them more diligently. While I was not entirely wrong in my assurances in those times in life, I recognize now as an older man that what I lacked was something so valuable and yet, so elusive to me at the time. Something so critical to instill within me and an integral part of being that brings value to life's frequent occurrences, great and small, innocuous ideas of the mind, and acts as a precursor to speaking and living those things out with conviction.

Some days more than others, I get lost in a myriad of memories, philosophies, and introspective moments of both my past and present until, before I know it, what felt like hours pass me by in only minutes, even seconds, as I reminisce. With this, I realize just how important every moment we spend is. Whether that is with loved ones, in solitude, indulging in hobbies, or even in quiet contemplation. 

Maybe there is something to this, and while I do believe that I am not always meant to understand, in remarkable detail, every second of my life or thought on my mind, with a bit of retrospection, I can truly appreciate them for what they are and maybe even take something away from them that I couldn't quite comprehend at the moment. 

Perspective.