This is hard. This is happy. This is your life. Do you wish you were elsewhere?
We're all guilty of it. When you were eight you stared down that menacing title page and you remembered the triumphant day you were awarded your pen license. When you were sixteen and your heart was trampled for the first time, you looked back to the title page days and sighed over their simplicity. Now you're out on your own and the glory days are replaying. Highschool without heartache, primary school without title pages. Hindsight is a marvelous, magical blind over our hazy eyes. We neglect the nasty details of the past and return to it with a fond touch. I'm not saying we should dwell on the difficult, I'm saying that maybe instead of always using memories as a vice we should appreciate this very moment.
It's always easier to see the good once it's gone. How about we try seeing it right now? Live in such a way that when looking back you can smile with deep satisfaction because you know you loved it while you lived it. Appreciate this phase before it's over.