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I was thinking… yes, I know… sometimes that’s not a good thing. And<\/span>\u00a0it occurred to me that I spent a great deal of my time in my youth wasting precious time: Chasing girls, hanging out in bars with buddies, skipping classes in college \u2014 yet still getting passing grades \u2013 dreaming impossible dreams\u2026 ridiculous folly.<\/span><\/p>\n Although I am certainly not proud of myself for wasting my youth on frivolousness and trivialities, I am proud of myself for one thing: My resourcefulness. Consider this\u2026 back in the days when I was a teenager and early twenty-something, I didn\u2019t have the tools of folly and superficiality that the youth of today have.<\/span><\/p>\n We didn\u2019t have computers, tablets, smartphones, heck \u2013 we were just getting touch-tone phones \u2013 we didn\u2019t even have to dial the area code before the number if the number was in the same area code.<\/span><\/p>\n We did not have Craigslist, Facebook Snapchat, Instagram, Twitter, or smartphones with high-res digital cameras. Our idea of social media was writing on restroom stalls, sticking posters on telephone poles, and posting \u201cwanted\u201d and \u201cfor sale\u201d flyers on the community bulletin board at the local markets. My idea of a cool camera was a Polaroid.\u00a0 And before that a Kodak Brownie – not the kind you eat.<\/span><\/p>\n Yet, still, without all the modern tools that make time-wasting a snap, I managed to waste a whole lot of the most precious time in a human being\u2019s life \u2013 those fleeting moments of youth.<\/span><\/p>\n I will say this, the older you get the more easily it seems you can focus on all the time you wasted in your life… and hopefully forgive yourself for it. Cuz you sure can’t do anything about it now.<\/span><\/p>\n When in my middle years I looked back on my wild youth with a whimsical heart. You know\u2026 if I could only do all that again, oh what fun it would be. Middle age is a time when you\u2019re too young to recognize you\u2019re running out of time, and most of use still physically able to carouse a bit \u2013 so we can imagine ourselves brazenly cavorting around enjoying the fun and follies of youth.<\/span><\/p>\n I am not sure what happens, or exactly when it happens, but the lens though which you view your past becomes, not cloudy as you would expect, not like an old cornea, but clear and easily focused. And when you look back at your life through this lens, it suddenly becomes clear you could have done more, or you could have done better, or you could have taken more time out for the really important things in life. And I don\u2019t mean making money. I mean taking time for your family, your friends, and spending a little more free time helping others, rather than wasting it on futile pursuits. Or Is this just how I look at it?<\/span><\/p>\n Is it just me? I don\u2019t know what the past looks like to you. I can\u2019t see with your eyes; I cannot feel with your heart. Do you look through the glass oldly and see your youth as a time you built a foundation for your future, or did you waste a lot of it on things that turned out not to matter much? Folly.<\/span><\/p>\n Twenty years ago, had someone offered me a chance to go back and live my youth over again, exactly as I did then, I think I would have jumped at the chance. If someone offered me that same opportunity today, I would look back through the glass oldly and I would certainly say no. The thoughts of myself as a young man, exhaust me. And to be honest, looking through the glass oldly, makes me feel weak, old, powerless, and yearning.<\/span><\/p>\n But what can I do? I wake up each morning and try very hard to remember to be thankful for the day. I am lucky in that I have work to keep me busy. I have a small business and a partner who puts up with me\u2026 though sometimes I know it must be hard for her. I have two great grown-up kids, who are both successful in their lives. I have wonderful grandchildren. And though I have had some problems with my health, I am feeling great -for my age – now.<\/span><\/p>\n I am very thankful that I\u2019m able to get out and walk a few miles every day. It may seem odd to say that I am happy to still be sturdy enough to dig around in the dirt and plant flowers as well as a little garden. I finally got wise\u2026 I think!<\/span><\/p>\n Now more than ever before, I enjoy simple things. Things like sitting under a shady tree, reading a good book, feeling the summer breeze blowing on my face, watching the first snowflakes of winter with the eyes of a child, combing what’s left of my hair…<\/span><\/p>\n Yes, it smacked me in the face hard when I first looked back at my past and my youth oldly. The feeling hit me hard you know. The disquieting feeling that I am helpless now to reach back and live my youth differently. It\u2019s a helpless feeling and feeling that\u2019s hard to let go of. <\/span><\/p>\n Yet, I think being young and feeling immortal make it harder to focus on the things that really matter. I am sure I enjoyed my youth when I was young – it didn’t seem wasted then.<\/span><\/p>\n You finally realize in your heart you just must let things go. You can\u2019t give yourself a good today if you\u2019re spending today looking back oldly.<\/span><\/p>\n And let’s face it, Andy Rooney was right when he said “…life is like a roll of toilet paper. The closer it gets to the end, the faster it goes.\u201d\u00a0<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Looking Back I was thinking… yes, I know… sometimes that’s not a good thing. 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