On the ride home this evening I heard an old song on the radio that brought back very special memories.
Listening to the song took me back to my late teens, when I thought life’s lessons would be learned early By my real adult years (30 plus), I would know all.
I was so naïve.
We never stop learning, and we never stop making mistakes- sometimes the same ones over and over. The Buddhists believe we make the same mistake again and again, until we learn from it Until we stop making the wrong choice. We stop trusting the wrong people. We stop ignoring what are gut is trying to tell us.
If age projections are correct- I’ve already lived over half of my life span. I have matured, but I’ve also retained a bit of that naïve girl.
I’m ok with that.
Listening to the song today, I realized that the trusting girl, who occasionally gets her heart-broken, and her spirit dashed, is also the girl who keeps the mature adult from growing too cynical or jaded.