You ever think about how, one day, years ago, you and your friends went out and had the last day of your official childhood, but no one actually knew it at the time?
Can you think back and guess which day you think that was for you?
It’s like suddenly, you wake up and surprise, you’re an adult. The refrigerator doesn’t magically fill itself with food, and you may even need to start ironing your own clothes.
I think about the idea of past, and future lives. How there are those that believe we will come back one day to start a new life, as a human, or an animal, or an alien of some sort. Or that in our current lives, we are the reincarnation of someone from history, and we were them, and now are living our next life (maybe those are the voices we hear in our heads? or the people we see in dreams we don’t recognize?)
And how now we have the expression “living my best life” and I wonder if we can really say that with confidence.
I think if we were to live again, it would be like waking up after childhood. I imagine waking up one day as a teenager and just moving along with life, “ready” to be an adult, not really thinking about what has come before then.
Biologically, the majority of people can remember events as far back as when they were just 3 years old, but those memories only come in spurts of very memorable, single instances. Our long-term memory just does not have the capacity for anything further back plus everything else we have experienced. So I suppose it makes sense that we don’t really remember our past lives, if we had any.
As a result, I’m calling this current year of my life “the time between the end and the real world,” because I am trying to savor the last bits of what I think could be my childhood, despite being considered a young adult by everyone around me. Because if I really won’t remember any of this in my next life, I should really just live it up now.
But maybe, just maybe, there can be a bit of an overlap. Where my childhood hasn’t ended yet, but I start up my adult responsibilities anyway. Because is it really a requirement to grow up?
Where I start to contribute to society and others around me, but can still have some fun and enjoy those Disney movies and dressing up in silly costumes for Halloween.
Maybe the people we used to be actually strengthen who we are today. Maybe those personalities come together and shape each person we become – they are the mold to our bodies and we play through our childhood until we are fully formed, ready to create a new personality for our future self.
Why do we need to have a time limit on childhood? Why can’t we have a little warning before my friends and I go out for our final “play date,” jump in the leaves, or bike ride around the neighborhood?
I think the time between the end and the real world is almost like a reflection period of our childhood. Should I have spent more time listening to the birds chirping, making snow angels, swinging on the playground, or having water balloon fights?
Maybe, in my next life, I can do that more often. And then maybe, when I hit this point next, I’ll think of some other things I should have done before “leaving childhood” and start this loop all over again.
For now, I’ll try to live my best life yet.