As a husky child, I always cared for the summer months a little less than the other kids, all the while wishing I could enjoy them just as much.
When everyone jumped into the pool with enthusiasm, ridding themselves of the confines of their clothing and the unforgiving heat, I hesitantly entered the water, still with he shirt on my back; terrified of exposing myself to everyone.
I received enough teasing while I had my clothes on, and I was not prepared to find out what kind of teasing I would get if I didn't have at least one shell of protection on.
I smiled and enjoyed myself, all the while secretly miserable.
All the while, incarcerated in a prison of my own making.
I saw the happiness on others' faces, and I vowed that I would be just as happy as them, next summer.
Next summer, I'd be in the deep end with no shirt and the body I had always wanted.
Next summer, all of the other kids would want to hang out with me.
Next summer, nobody would tease me. They would look up to me.
Next summer.
The next summer always came, and I found myself in the same predicament.
My arms were never as "cut" as the next guy's; I wasn't ever quite as cool either.
I let a lot of summers come and go. It was okay, however, since I would make up for it the next summer. I made the commitment to myself that I was going to get into better shape than anyone else, and it would absolutely be worth it in the end.
I finally got the body I dreamed of. The problem is that I got it too many summers too late.
You see, when those summers finally came around, I was still too insecure to actually enjoy them. I was too unsatisfied with my own situation to see all that I really had. I only saw what was wrong.
Looking back, I worked my butt off as a chubby kid. I got sick of being teased, and I did do something about it.
I gave up the sweets, and I took up running.
I ran, and I ran, and I ran.
When that next summer came though, it was still never good enough.
In hindsight, I let too many summers, too many days, too many experiences, fly by me because I was living my life in the future. I lived in a time that would never exist. A period that resided in my mind where nothing was impossible, and where I was perfect.
Living in that time cost me too much. Too many memories. Too many days.
Living in that future taught my mind that this time was unimportant, because things were going to be better....next summer.
It took a lot of "next summers" for me to realize that what was on the outside was not lacking. It took many lackluster experiences and missed opportunities to make me fed up, and for me to admit that I needed a face lift on the way I saw life and not a face lift.
I let a lot of summers pass by. I won't ever have them back.
Now, I realize I may not have any next summer. I may not be able to start a new business 4 years from now. I won't be able to get back those missed summers, and I can't go back to help that chubby kid learn to enjoy his.
But I can go out RIGHT NOW, and enjoy it for what it actually is.
Reality.
The Present.
The only thing that actually matters.
I hope you learn to enjoy "this summer" before it's too late. Until next time, keep taking the Red Pill. - 15224
When everyone jumped into the pool with enthusiasm, ridding themselves of the confines of their clothing and the unforgiving heat, I hesitantly entered the water, still with he shirt on my back; terrified of exposing myself to everyone.
I received enough teasing while I had my clothes on, and I was not prepared to find out what kind of teasing I would get if I didn't have at least one shell of protection on.
I smiled and enjoyed myself, all the while secretly miserable.
All the while, incarcerated in a prison of my own making.
I saw the happiness on others' faces, and I vowed that I would be just as happy as them, next summer.
Next summer, I'd be in the deep end with no shirt and the body I had always wanted.
Next summer, all of the other kids would want to hang out with me.
Next summer, nobody would tease me. They would look up to me.
Next summer.
The next summer always came, and I found myself in the same predicament.
My arms were never as "cut" as the next guy's; I wasn't ever quite as cool either.
I let a lot of summers come and go. It was okay, however, since I would make up for it the next summer. I made the commitment to myself that I was going to get into better shape than anyone else, and it would absolutely be worth it in the end.
I finally got the body I dreamed of. The problem is that I got it too many summers too late.
You see, when those summers finally came around, I was still too insecure to actually enjoy them. I was too unsatisfied with my own situation to see all that I really had. I only saw what was wrong.
Looking back, I worked my butt off as a chubby kid. I got sick of being teased, and I did do something about it.
I gave up the sweets, and I took up running.
I ran, and I ran, and I ran.
When that next summer came though, it was still never good enough.
In hindsight, I let too many summers, too many days, too many experiences, fly by me because I was living my life in the future. I lived in a time that would never exist. A period that resided in my mind where nothing was impossible, and where I was perfect.
Living in that time cost me too much. Too many memories. Too many days.
Living in that future taught my mind that this time was unimportant, because things were going to be better....next summer.
It took a lot of "next summers" for me to realize that what was on the outside was not lacking. It took many lackluster experiences and missed opportunities to make me fed up, and for me to admit that I needed a face lift on the way I saw life and not a face lift.
I let a lot of summers pass by. I won't ever have them back.
Now, I realize I may not have any next summer. I may not be able to start a new business 4 years from now. I won't be able to get back those missed summers, and I can't go back to help that chubby kid learn to enjoy his.
But I can go out RIGHT NOW, and enjoy it for what it actually is.
Reality.
The Present.
The only thing that actually matters.
I hope you learn to enjoy "this summer" before it's too late. Until next time, keep taking the Red Pill. - 15224
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