As a young and chubby adolescent, I always enjoyed the summer months a little less than the next kid, but I craved desperately to enjoy it just as much.
While everyone else swam enthusiastically, escaping the brutal heat and the confines of their own clothing, I went into the water hesitantly, with shirt in tow. Absolutely terrified to expose my body to the world.
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 a prisoner of a jail that I had created.
I saw the happiness on others' faces, and I vowed that I would be just as happy as them, next summer.
The next summer, I was going to be swimming in the pool; no shirt, and with 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.
That next summer came, and it was the same situation.
My body was never as "defined" as the next guy's, and I never felt as cool either.
I let a lot of summers pass me by, but it was okay. I was going to make up for it, "next summer." I promised myself that I was going to get in better shape than anyone else, and that it would all be worth it in the end.
I finally got that body I wanted. The thing is, 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 was a very hard worker as a kid. I grew tired of the way I looked, and I actually did something about it.
I gave up the candy, and I started running.
I ran, and I ran, and I ran.
When that next summer came though, it was still never good enough.
Looking back, I let so many summers, so many days, so many experiences, pass me by because I was living in the future. I was living in a time that did not exist. A time that dwelled in my mind where I was perfect and nothing was impossible.
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 me a lot of summers to realize that the outside was not what was lacking. It took a lot of missed opportunity, and lackluster experiences, to make me fed up, and for me to accept that I needed an overhaul on the way I viewed life; not my body.
I let a lot of summers drift by, and I'll never get 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 do have the ability to go out at this moment and appreciate it for what it is.
Reality.
The Present.
The only thing that matters.
So, enjoy "this summer", as much as you can. Until next time, take the Red Pill, and see me in the morning.
While everyone else swam enthusiastically, escaping the brutal heat and the confines of their own clothing, I went into the water hesitantly, with shirt in tow. Absolutely terrified to expose my body to the world.
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 a prisoner of a jail that I had created.
I saw the happiness on others' faces, and I vowed that I would be just as happy as them, next summer.
The next summer, I was going to be swimming in the pool; no shirt, and with 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.
That next summer came, and it was the same situation.
My body was never as "defined" as the next guy's, and I never felt as cool either.
I let a lot of summers pass me by, but it was okay. I was going to make up for it, "next summer." I promised myself that I was going to get in better shape than anyone else, and that it would all be worth it in the end.
I finally got that body I wanted. The thing is, 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 was a very hard worker as a kid. I grew tired of the way I looked, and I actually did something about it.
I gave up the candy, and I started running.
I ran, and I ran, and I ran.
When that next summer came though, it was still never good enough.
Looking back, I let so many summers, so many days, so many experiences, pass me by because I was living in the future. I was living in a time that did not exist. A time that dwelled in my mind where I was perfect and nothing was impossible.
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 me a lot of summers to realize that the outside was not what was lacking. It took a lot of missed opportunity, and lackluster experiences, to make me fed up, and for me to accept that I needed an overhaul on the way I viewed life; not my body.
I let a lot of summers drift by, and I'll never get 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 do have the ability to go out at this moment and appreciate it for what it is.
Reality.
The Present.
The only thing that matters.
So, enjoy "this summer", as much as you can. Until next time, take the Red Pill, and see me in the morning.
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