It stopped me in my tracks. I love Calvin and Hobbes. When I'm at home, before bed I read a chapter of a novel and a week's worth of Calvin's adventures with his tiger. I always have and I always will, and when the time comes, I am going to relish introducing my kids to Hobbes' quiet wisdom and Calvin's reckless imaginative zest for life.
The image made me think about where I'm at right now. I thought about those childish things I put away and will never get out again if I can help it, like my immature attitude towards repentance and shame. I also thought about the childish things I put away but really miss about myself, like my old notebooks that are filled with rudimentary 2-D drawings of cars and airplanes and the imaginative games I played with my Hot Wheels and car mat. And I thought about those childish things I want to pass onto the next generation, like my love of literature and poetry and my childlike trust that most people are good. In fact, I should probably dust that last one off and exercise it more.
I dunno. I'm rambling. I wish I knew where I was going with this.
I guess the crux of it all is how content I am with the course I'm taking right now. I'm not happy with life, but I am content. I can see how the path I'm on is going to lead to greater things. I'm still far from perfect and every day brings new mistakes, but I'm even content with those. I dunno. Looking forward to see what the future's gonna bring, and hoping I grow out of the crappy stuff and into the good stuff soon.
sorry if it seems like i always say this, but i love you.
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