Back in high school, it was all about fitting in with the right groups, being popular and well-liked. But now that I think back, what did that bring really? Drama? Tension? Jealousy? It’s funny how that ‘envious’ position would actually be associated with such emotions. Now that I’m a slight bit older and a lot more mature, it seems like I’ve had a drastic change in goals. I couldn’t care less if I was popular or not. How about:
- A good friend
- A good son
- A good person
When’s the last time those seemingly very basic goals have been far up on your list of things-to-do? After all, the person I truly want to impress is myself. If I can do that, I’ll be more than content.