A Look Ahead...and Behind
Someone somewhere said hindsight is 20/20.
That often seems to be one of those annoying aphorisms that people throw at you when they know you made a bad decision and now you have to fend off the consequences. If you never heard it before, it pretty much just means that you can see more clearly once you've looked at what you've done, rather than at what you will do. So--why do you think that is?
Let's take it a step further.
What is the worst decision you ever made? You have hindsight now, so you should be able to see it from every angle--the risks, sacrifices, rewards and consequences.
In your heart of hearts, with no false sense of modesty or conceit, was the outcome of the decision worth what you paid for it? In other words, was the benefit worth the cost? Why or why not?
What would you change?
If you're one of those folks who like to say they regret nothing because everything they've done made them who they are now--please don't.
You're too young to say that yet, and I mean that in the purest way possible, with no disdain or contempt for your age. Biologically, your brain is simply not able to rationalize the decisions you make when you're "feelin' yourself" because your pre-frontal cortex (that part of your brain that controls impulse and decision-making) isn't fully formed. So, technically--you aren't who you will be just yet.
Don't believe me--look it up. Here's a link if you're interested: Teenagers Brain Development
Now, let's look ahead to the future. Imagine your future child makes the same bad decision you did. Knowing all the things you don't like about how your parents try to tell you about yourself--how are you going to teach, reprimand, respond to your kid's choice?
That often seems to be one of those annoying aphorisms that people throw at you when they know you made a bad decision and now you have to fend off the consequences. If you never heard it before, it pretty much just means that you can see more clearly once you've looked at what you've done, rather than at what you will do. So--why do you think that is?
Let's take it a step further.
What is the worst decision you ever made? You have hindsight now, so you should be able to see it from every angle--the risks, sacrifices, rewards and consequences.
In your heart of hearts, with no false sense of modesty or conceit, was the outcome of the decision worth what you paid for it? In other words, was the benefit worth the cost? Why or why not?
What would you change?
If you're one of those folks who like to say they regret nothing because everything they've done made them who they are now--please don't.
You're too young to say that yet, and I mean that in the purest way possible, with no disdain or contempt for your age. Biologically, your brain is simply not able to rationalize the decisions you make when you're "feelin' yourself" because your pre-frontal cortex (that part of your brain that controls impulse and decision-making) isn't fully formed. So, technically--you aren't who you will be just yet.
Don't believe me--look it up. Here's a link if you're interested: Teenagers Brain Development
Now, let's look ahead to the future. Imagine your future child makes the same bad decision you did. Knowing all the things you don't like about how your parents try to tell you about yourself--how are you going to teach, reprimand, respond to your kid's choice?
I often say, “I wanna get ‘NO RAGRETS’ tattooed on me, just I don't wanna regret it” and if that doesn't sum up my entire life then idk what would. As we all grow older there are some things we do we just wish we hadn't done; some things more than others. I've also said, “i regret nothing because everything I've done has, (1) shaped me into the person I am today and (2) i wouldn't have done it if it didn’t make me happy at that moment. But, as this blog says we're too young to say that. There are things, I wish I had done differently but because of them I've learned.
ReplyDeleteI like to think of the butterfly effect when it comes to these things, like “if i hadn’t snuck out and went to that party and got drunk, then (no name) wouldn’t have taken advantage of me and i also wouldn't have gotten home and got in trouble” that's pretty much the extent of my Summer 2016. All summer I would sneak out of the house at night with my two best friends, Lydia and De’Anna. We would go out with our “friends” and drink and “get lit” till the sun came up and someone had to drive us home. Most of the time we would do this from my house, and my mom was entirely clueless of the whole thing, parents would call her saying exactly what we were doing, but we would just lie like nothing happened. Long story short, eventually we got caught, I got in trouble, and we went back to doing exactly what we were doing before. At this point I had lived by two mottos, “You only live once, so do everything twice” and “ whatever happens, happens”. Which gassed me to do things no 15 year old should at this age. Because of the things I did taught me so much, it's hard to actually regret them. This summer I was introduced to smoking weed, drinking, and doing sexual things with guys; which are all things I should have waited to do so that's the part I regret. But because I already had experience with these things, they just continued. My mom was so against alcohol and drugs I went behind her back and did it the unsafe way. When I have children, I want them to know they can do whatever they'd like as long as they're safe and smart about it. I wouldn’t want my child to be peer pressured into doing things he/she wouldn't want to do. I can't punish my kid for something I did all the time when I was a young, and by then I think weed would be legalized and everyone will be using it.
If I could go back and change anything about this situation, I wouldn't go so far behind my mom's back to do anything. My mom should know where I am at all times, something seriously wrong could have happened and she would have never known. She doesn't know the majority of what happened that summer and I think it's best that I don't sneak out anymore. I don't think being drunk and taken advantage of was fun or being in situations I couldn't get out of was fun either, but I've moved on from that time of my life, and I'm more responsible now.
I’m not going to say I’m a goody two shoes, but I’m not the type of person who makes life altering decisions. I have never gotten my phone taken away, the last time I got in actual trouble was when I didn’t clean my room and I’m just too lazy to sneak out. My friends always tell these stories about their parents going through their phone or having restrictions. I have never had that happen to me before and I’ve never given them a reason to. I’m not one of those people who lives life on the edge. I like parties but to an extent I would never sneak out for one, it's just not me. What I’m saying is I have never made a decision that I seriously regret. There were times where I was a naive kid hanging around toxic people and maybe I did something I shouldn’t have. None of it has affected me in the long run, thank God. I think maybe the worst decision I’ve ever made is being friends with a toxic person that took over my life for a long time. For awhile I had no idea who I was anymore it took me a bit of time to realize that this person took a chunk of my childhood away from me. A portion of my life they should have been carefree and full of love and friends. There was practically no benefit to that decision besides the fact that I matured way faster because I was dealing with things I shouldn’t have been dealing with. I learned at a young age that everything in life isn’t what it seems. I learned it in a horrible way that I wish I didn’t. Now that I’ve almost completely recovered from that part of my life, I can see the early on signs of toxic people and I can help my other friends when they begin to experience it. If I were to have kids I would have done exactly what my Mom tried to do. Intervene right away and make sure my child stays away. I would tell them my story and all my other friends stories and tell him/her the importance of healthy friendships.
ReplyDeleteI am the type of person who tries not to regret many things because I know at one point in time the decision made sense to me and it was exactly what I wanted at the time. However I do have a large regret that I recently realized I had made. I came to the realization while writing another blog comment actually (haha). I had subconsciously been sabotaging myself and I feel as though I would be happier today if I changed my thoughts in the past. The worst decision I ever made was how I let myself begin to criticize everything I do.
ReplyDeleteGrowing up, I’ve always been in the higher level classes. This became a regular occurrence year after year and my family all knew I belonged in those classes. Although, when report cards came around, an A in an advanced class equaled an A in a regular class. There was no difference.
The first time I came home with a B on a test, I was sat down and talked too. I remember being told that it wasn’t like me to get those grades and that I can’t let my grade slip. This became a principle for me. I couldn’t let it happen again.
A year or two later, grades weren’t too seriously concentrated on at home. I think it was because I was getting into honors and AP classes so it was clear that these courses were more difficult and demanding. Sophomore year my report card was sent home with a B in AP Chemistry. I didn’t know how to handle it. My parents didn’t care, they saw it as a good grade and my dad even said “I would have killed for a B in any high school science class”. But the B wasn’t good enough for me. I needed that A.
Long story short, this sent me into sleepless nights of studying and memorization which lead to March being a serious hell month. My anxiety was through the roof everyday. Every. Single. Day. I had anxiety attacks every day for two weeks straight that month. It was officially the worst month of my whole 16 years.
I can’t pinpoint an exact moment when I began to realize the stress I had been putting on myself was unnecessary but it happened pretty swiftly. Once I realized chemistry was just not my subject and an 88 was the best I could do, I gave myself a break and really questioned why I was striving so hard for an A. I never really cared for being valedictorian so why do I care if my GPA isn’t absolutely perfect? After this I wouldn’t say I was giving up, but I certainly never pulled an all nighter ever again before a school day. I still did my best and knew if the grade on Genesis just happened to be a B, I did my best and it wasn’t the end of the world.
The cost of my mental health was nowhere near worth not sleeping and being miserable. I had no benefits in stressing myself out and putting the weight of “perfect student” on my back.
Even though I am more lenient with myself, I still get a twitch when I see a B on Genesis. Oh, and I don’t even want to talk about my AP Calculus grade. But besides that, I don’t want my children to be this caught up in what a gradebook says. I want them to have ambition and determination, just without the almost-killing-themselves-to-get-an-A part. When my kid gets a B in middle school or grade school, I’ll make sure they know it is not ideal however once they get into high school, I will make it a point to tell them what I wish I had been told. I’ll let them know that at some point, there will be a difficult subject and when it comes to the higher level classes, a number isn’t the focus.
By not being as hard on myself, I've gained my mental health back though I still have those nagging impulses once in awhile that tell me a B isn't good enough no matter the class. I still try hard in every class and that will never change.
Recently, I was having such hard times with my parents, harder than usual. I'm not trying to be a bad person, and this is probably is biased of me to say, but my parents are ridiculous msot of the time. My mother is over-dramatic and easily offended. For example, my room is the coldest one in the entire house during fall and winter, so whenever I used a heater in my room, my mother would always tell me to keep the floor swept and all loose papers away, stay away from the heater, don't touch the heater at certain times, etc. She said if I don't follow all of those rules, my room would catch on fire, the house would burn down, the forest we live in would burn to ashes, we'd be homeless, and it'd be all my fault that the animals would be homeless, too.
ReplyDeleteI understand what she means, but she goes a bit too far with her "reasons" sometimes. That was just a little example, it's not the best, but it's an example, I guess. My dad has no room for emotions with any of us in the family, not even my mother, really. Everyday it's just work and school, which I also understand are important and time-consuming. I'm not allowed to have any C's on my report card or else I'm punished for the rest of the Trimester that follows until I bring every grade that has a C or lower up in the next Trimester.
In the middle of September, my parents were stressing me out with all of ther complaining and punishments and saying I'm being rude and rebellious, I had no one to complain to. My mom always told me to NEVER complain about them or family to anyone except them, which I really hate. But I complained to someone close, and we talked about me movign in with them, because I was desperate. I kept telling them I knew my parents would call the police, but they reassured me it wouldn't happen. But my mom went through my phone and saw everything and went and told all of her friends (which I wasn't allowed to do - but apparently only she can because she's an adult). I cried and sobbed that whole day, and she said she would have called the police on the person close to me who tried helping me move out and would put me in juvie.
I wish I didn't complain, but maybe it was a good thing I did, or else I might be in juvie right now or something. I just hope I don't regret writing this, because whenever I'm honest on the blogs, I always have to hide it from my parents, because they'll ask why I'm on this site, and what kind of assignment I have on here, and then I'll just get into even bigger trouble for what I say. This blog is the one of the few places I have honest, free speech.
I always say that my biggest regret is growing up. The thing is that it's not something I can control just something I have to deal with. Something I have specifically done that I regret is hard for me to think of because usually I just say whatever I can't reverse time and I move on. However for the sake of this blog I really think I do regret is being so needy. I know that sounds like I'm a spoiled brat but I promise you that is not the case. Growing up I wanted many things and some I would say that I even needed when I knew that wasn't the truth As I get older I feel like the amount of things I need is increased money wise but in the aspect of needing physical help like I did growing up it is minimal. I am older and although I didn't ask for much money this summer because I was working to provide for myself, this past month I have been gripping my parents of money left and right. I just want to be able to experience everything and I don't want to be left out. My family does not have money to just dish out but when it comes to their kids my parents do everything in their power to keep us happy. Moat of the time my mom was trying to keep up with my needs just because she understands me better. I regret being this way because it makes me think I am the reason my parents split up this past summer. My dad got pissed at my mom for always trying to meet my needs and I didn't realize that until it was too late my mom was tired of arguing so we left. I soon after we left came to realize that I was a major part in the separation and even though I knew it was not fully my fault they split up I could not help but to think that my mom was tired of vouching for me. I regret making my parents argue over money. I regret asking for so much it's just hard to have a stable job to lessen what they have to do for me when I have softball. school, no license, or car. I wonder sometimes if it would have been smarter for me to sell drugs like half the kids at our school do but honestly that is not something I could do at all and if I did I would probably be sitting here writing this about how I regret selling drugs and getting the shit beat out of me because something went wrong. As much as my mom tells me I'm not the reason a part of me knows I played a role. I regret being needy, I regret asking for so much, I regret being a reason my parents split up but I can't change the past I can only do things differently in the future and I'm glad to say my parents are getting back together so maybe I can do some things different this time around.
ReplyDeleteRegret is something that makes me think, a lot. I have been through a lot in my life so far and I have made several mistakes that probably could’ve been avoided. Although these situations have occurred, I don’t regret much. I rather live, experience and learn, rather than living in regret. But at the same time there is always SOMETHING someone wishes they could take back or redo. For me, there are things that I wish I could’ve done differently in that time and that was trusting certain people. I regret giving my trust and love to those who don’t deserve it. Trust is like a crystal vase that's hard to fix when it's broken or like a bone that heals, but will never be the same. Once you give your trust to someone and they abuse it or ruin it, it’s hard to trust again. I got nothing out of trusting these people. Just a handful of humiliation. I wish I didn’t make myself look stupid but we live and we learn. I know that one day my kid’s will probably do something that they may regret or want to take back. I will teach them that life is about lessons and when things go bad, how to move on from them. I know I am still young and my brain isn’t fully developed; but I hope I have the same mindset when I grow up.
ReplyDeleteI do believe that everything that has happened in my life and all the decisions I have made have shaped me into the person I am today. I wouldn’t say I regret certain people or relationships, even though I like to think I do. I feel as though the worst decision I’ve ever made was forgiving people who didn’t deserve it. I’m always full of love, and I hate drama. When drama occurs, I’m the first to try to stop it, even if that means apologizing for something I didn’t do, or apologizing for getting upset over someone else’s actions. I’m very quick to forgive. But, this year, I changed my mindset.
ReplyDeleteI’m not even 3 months into my junior year, and I’m now learning that the people who you thought would be in your life for a long time will end up leaving. Not leaving, but switching up I should say. The amount of people who have lied to my face, went behind my back, and spread lies about me in the last year is incredible, and I never would’ve thought that I would’ve been done so dirty by two people I used to call my best friends, along with someone I considered a very close friend who is likely to be reading this now. The reason I lost these people in my life was because I was finally strong enough to put myself first and realize what I deserved and what I didn’t. I didn’t deserve lies being made about me while on bad terms with these people, and I learned to love myself enough to ever let someone else make me look stupid. I was done apologizing for other people’s actions, and I did what was best for me and cut the toxic out of my life. When I tell you these people were mad, they were mad. But it wasn’t my problem anymore, and I definitely wasn’t apologizing. 2 of these people have gotten fairly close since I cut communication and they, together, still attempt to spread more lies and bring me down. Although, this time, I couldn’t care less.
When it comes to my future child making the same bad decisions I have, I will tell them my experiences, but I would never tell them what to do and what not to do. The whole part of being a kid and being a teenager is learning things through experience, and being able to think for yourself in situations. Strength is mental, and it’s something that guides you. I refuse to guide my child through the situations I went through, and even though the process is hard, he/she must discover their strength to guide themselves.
I’m an over thinker , I think about every decision I make very thoroughly and somehow I still manage to do things people would say are dangerous or stupid, I just see it as the adventurous side of life. I asked my mother what she thought the worst thing I’ve done is and she referred to some of the afore mentioned “adventurous” things. Out of everything, the crazy stuff included, there is only one choice that stands out above all others that haunts me, that I desperately want to take back.
ReplyDeleteFifth grade, first let me introduce you to fifth grade Catherine because she’s very different from the Catherine you know now. In elementary nobody liked me. I don’t think anybody remembers those days but me. I never wore clothes that matched and I had really messed up teeth. Sometimes guys hit on me now who used to make fun of me. Anyways, I think it took me a little longer to mature as opposed to everyone else. I cared way too much about fitting in and what people thought of me. All my life I was so used to being picked on that when I had an opportunity to turn the tables, I took it. I became friends with a bully. She hated this one little girl in our class, And I don’t think she had reason to, or needed one for that matter. She would pick on her and call her names and I joined in because for once, I wasn’t the one getting hurt- well that’s what I thought at the time, but in the end of the day it was those choices that hurt me the most, not the things that had been said to me. I was a bully. I was so mean to this poor girl when it came to calling her names and excluding her from the playground buzz. And it hurts to think that I would put someone else in that position knowing very well what that felt like.
In the middle of the year I got caught passing notes to my “friend” and we were pretty much just using every curse word in our repertoire to fill post it notes with mean things about the girl we were bullying. (“we were bullying”, that was kinda hard to type.) The teacher read the post it notes and I landed myself in in-school suspension. That was a bit of a wake up call I guess and after that I never bullied that little girl again.
The benefit of my actions was nonexistent. Yeah I got some girl to be my friend, but only because I was putting someone else down. I can truthfully say that I have dealt with bullying from both sides. Fortunately for me I finally learned how to stand up for myself and how to stand up for others. I learned not to let things like that get to me. I learned that when you have confidence in yourself people respect you. Because I realized all of this anything people say about me doesn’t really affect me. Some kids don’t have self-confidence, and it does affect them and words can weigh the down like they used to do to me. At this point being a bully has taken more of a toll on me than actually being bullied.
The girl that was bullied in fifth grade was named Olivia. Olivia is in Oakcrest now but she was held back that year in fifth grade so she’s still a sophomore. For some reason she doesn’t hate me maybe because I was nicer to her by the end of the year when I was awarded star student because “my behavior had improved immensely”. Last year she had English class right after me, sometimes we crossed paths and she would say hi to me, and I always said hi back with a warm smile. I can’t take it back, but I can always try to make up for it. I hope my children never bully anyone, that’s why I’m going to teach them to be confident but never to be cocky. I will teach them to accept everyone.
Everything is clearer in hindsight because the outcome is known. Before you know the outcome you need to weigh the risks and take a chance. The worst decision I ever made was not trying to be close to anyone. I don’t really talk to my family and I often find myself sad that I can’t talk about personal things to my mom. I understand it was not all my fault; as a hyper child I received a lot of shushing and ‘go away’, but still I didn’t do my part. I wanted to be independent because I thought my mom didn’t care because she was busy all the time and secluding myself from her because I didn’t understand why I didn’t know my dad or why she worked so much or why she couldn’t play with me or why I wasn’t allowed out of the house. I was very little and had no real adult, my sister was my guide and she was a moody teen and acted like she didn’t like our mom most of the time. I was angry and confused and I made as much distance as I possibly could from the woman that makes up half of me and it's a surprisingly large gap. There is no benefit. I feel alone sometimes, I can’t really tell her things, I’ve grown up and she honestly just watched and didn’t really guide me other than if you don’t clean your room and get good grades you’re in trouble because I didn’t want her help. I felt she didn’t have time for kids. I’m currently trying to spend more time with my mom to build a relationship without anger because I still have a lot of anger from my childhood and I don’t really know what to do with it and it’s tough trying to talk, but it’s a start. We go to the gym together and talk on the way there and home. Sometimes before I go to bed we talk and sometimes I go to her or she comes to me. We talk about things other than problems we have with each other or the house. We have some jokes and it’s nice because when I grow up I want to visit my mom with my kids and talk about all the good times we’ve had. To keep this from happening with my kids I’m honestly going to try my best. My mom was a mom at my age and that is a lot for anyone. So I feel like setting myself up for a good career and being able to support a child and planning should help me be able to bond with my kid while they’re young and hopefully they’ll want to come to me throughout their life. All I can do is try my best and be as supportive and guiding as I can.
ReplyDeleteThe reason you can look at a what you have done more clearly after you have done it rather than before is because, you can now see the choices you have a made and the outcomes that has come out of it. When it’s before the choice most of the time you can’t see the outcomes of your choices. It's like seeing the “future” which is why it is more clear once it is done than before it is done.
ReplyDeleteThe worst decision I have ever made that comes to my memory right now, actually occurred a couple of months ago. In August, I gave my friend a mongoose bike which cost a couple thousands of dollars for him to borrow, during this time I was also borrowing that bike from another friend. When I gave my friend the bike, what went through my mind when the bike was given was that I would receive the bike back in a couple of days or so and everything would be just like it was, however this did not turn out to be. Five days later the friend who I borrowed the bike from texted me saying that he wanted the bike back. Me thinking everything was alright texted the friend who I gave the bike too, and this is where my view of this “friend” changed. When I texted this “friend” he claimed he was out in “philly” for the next several days so I was chill with it and told my other friend i’ll give it back to him when I get back from New York which I was staying at the time. When I returned from Brooklyn which was 8 days after the initial text. I texted the “friend” and he replied stating that he was out and would leave it on my lawn when he gets home. The next day I checked the lawn and the bike was nowhere to be seen so I texted him “where's the bike?” he continued to stall and bs his way into not telling me the truth. And to make this story short he told me the bike was “stolen”. The benefit to this story was not worth the cost at all especially money wise. Me trying to help a friend out, while another friend was helping me was definitely not worth the cost. If I could change this I obviously would never give this “friend” the bike or wait until my friend that I borrowed the bike from wake up and answer the phone.
If my child made the same decision I made, I would tell them to just wait until their friend who they are borrowing whatever object it is to wait for them to respond, because it is there stuff that you are giving to someone else.
Someone can have over a million regrets, and it just so happens I think I might be one of those people. One thing I regret the absolute most is keeping words that need to be said, especially if they are used to express my own feelings, to myself so this person will never know how I truly feel. I am that type of person, I realize that, but I realized it a little too late, post people think I come off as a really strong worded person who is just waiting for the time to tell someone off, but I always leave words unsaid when they should be, even when I have the right time to tell that person exactly how I feel, I just stop, pause, and change my mind, instantly regretting that decision. At random times when I get home I sit and reflect on things I should’ve said 2 months or even years before and think, ‘well shit, I really should’ve said this', but by then it’s way too late and the past is in the past so I can't just go back in time to change it; then I forever regret it. I've been given a second chances to confront or say what I want and I still won't. I’ll regret it later in life, but it won't matter because there isn't such a thing called a third chance, and honestly I don't think I would want it anyway. So, that regretting thing isn't my style because I love living by the motto "No regrets", but I do live with these regrets and I wish I was one of those people who could say what they want on the spot instead of taking up time pondering the thought of regret in the back of my mind.
ReplyDeleteThe second I read the blog I knew what to say… I just didn’t know how to say it. Mainly because I didn’t want to confront my actions publicly, and I didn’t want to expose myself. I also didn’t want anybody to look at me differently. When I look back at it, I just wish I could smack myself in the face and scream “snap out of it!” because I know I wasn’t thinking. Well, I was but I wasn’t. I’ll explain later. Hindsight is 20/20 must have come from someone very wise because it’s one of the truest things I’ve ever heard/read. When you’re in the thick of anything, it’s hard to see what may come next or what could happen because we can’t predict the future. It’s like walking through a fog, just hoping you’re going the right way; once you’ve already lived through it and turn around, it’s all suddenly clear as day. If you went down the wrong path, it’s painful to see all of the other options you could have taken and where you never lived through what you did. The worst decision I’ve ever made was to be unfaithful to someone I loved. To this day, I don’t know what was going through my head or why I chose to do what I did. I honestly could never tell you where the voice in my head was that would have said, “This is a bad idea. Please, for the love of everything good just stop now while you can.” I was selfish, to simply put it. I didn’t care about my person’s feelings, what would happen next, or even the person I was talking to at the time and how it could affect them. It didn’t occur to me. It was just what I wanted and how I would get it. And I hate that I could possibly be capable of that, I hate that I could hurt the person I cared about most. I hate that I did one thing I always promised I would never do, I hate that I ruined something great, and I hate that they forgave me. I didn’t-I couldn’t forgive myself, and I never in a million years expected them to do so and actually stay with me. I hope my children aren’t little scumbags and step out on someone they love. However, if they do, I would tell them what a close friend of mine at the time had told me. Be honest with your person. No matter what, you owe it to them to tell them. It would be a gazillion, trillion, quapiwillion times worse if they found out some other way. And if you have any respect for yourself (obviously not enough to not be a dirty little cheater, but whatever) you’ll grow a pair and tell them face to face and bear the consequences of your actions. We all make shitty choices in our lives. Most of us will make more than we could count. But no matter what, you have to be honest with yourself and whoever else was involved with your actions. Take responsibility, come to terms with it, remember it and just try to be a better person for it. The best people come after the worst of times.
ReplyDeleteAt the time I never knew I was going to regret what I do now. When I was little a hated getting my pictures taken and would refuse to have them. I would be a brat and make my parents not take one of me. I guess the 2 seconds it took to stand there and pose felt like 10 minutes to me. Now that I am 16 I regret not taking a lot of photos of myself. Pictures are memories and even though I have pictures of me when I was younger I don’t have enough. My mom once told me I would regret it one day… and I hate to admit it, but she was right. If I would’ve known how I feel right now I would be taking millions of pictures. Now that I’m almost an adult I realize that pictures are worth a thousand words. I recently just went on a vacation, and while I was there I took a picture and video of basically everything. I wanted as many pictures of me in the sand and with my new friends as I can get because I will never be able to go back to that moment except in my head. To me pictures are everything and when I raise a child I’ll take pictures of every moment. Now they might inherit the brat genes from me, but I will not care and keep taking as many pictures as I will like. When I’m a mother I want to have many memories of my children and have them look back on them when they get older.
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