You won’t understand the grace, power and beauty of your youth until many years after it has gone.
You’ll fail at some things and consider it failure and not a natural learning process.
You’ll betray those you love, whether by thought or word or deed.
You’ll forget how blessed you are, focusing only on the bad.
You’ll invest time and energy worrying about things that’ll never happen when, in truth, it’s the unexpected stuff that’ll really mess you up.
You’ll compare yourself to others and find yourself wanting. Wrong.
You’ll compare yourself to others and consider yourself better than them. Wrong.
You’ll judge people without having first walked a mile in their shoes.
You’ll waste your life by trying to live that life through the eyes of others, letting their expectations and prejudices prevent you living the life you were meant to live and being the person you were supposed to be.
You won’t understand that you are a unique and beautiful creation, but no more (or less) unique or beautiful than anyone else.
You’ll cross to the other side of the road when you see others who need help, because it’s all too much trouble.
You’ll chase money and sex and drugs and power while real living passes you by.
You’ll never truly understand the pure depth and strength of the transcendent love God gave you when he tore off a piece of himself and placed it inside you, that piece of God being your soul.
You’ll be unsympathetic to the elderly, not realising that you, too, will grow old and weak and sick.
You’ll be impatient with the young, forgetting that you, too, were a child once.
You’ll be unaware that life is short, that every day lived is a day less to live, that every day you do something that you love, is a day less to do the things that you love.
You’ll expect others to behave in a particular way and become angry when they don’t, even though you have no right to impose your expectations on others.
You’ll never have enough. You’ll always want more.
You’ll live your life in the past and the future, but not today.
You’ll be wise and beautiful and kind and loving, but you’ll also be stupid, shallow and willfully cruel.
You’ll forget what you owe and to whom, but talk a lot about what you’re owed.
You won’t see that you’re made of the same stuff as your neighbour, traveling on the same journey and going to the same place; we’re all different but we’re also all the same.
You’ll live your life just as fallible, messed up and human as the next person.
This short piece is taken from my book of short stories, ‘A Curious Book’ available as an ebook or paperback…
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