I remember how this decade started for me. I was crying.

Yes, I remember it quite clearly. It was my tenth birthday and I had a very troubling thought: “I’m getting old.”

And that thought made me cry. It seemed to me that I was growing up way too fast. The first ten years of my life had gone by way too fast, and I was terrified at the prospect of growing up. That’s one of the things that has been consistent about me. Even at ten, I didn’t want to get any older. Yet I was powerless to do anything about it, and so I cried.

 

I know how I ended the decade as well though: I was laughing.

I don’t know exactly what I was laughing about. Probably porn or masturbation or something. But the point is that I was sitting with a group of friends and laughing.

The times in between have been a mixed bag. I’ve had some awesome times and some times where life hasn’t really gone my way. It’s difficult for me to say whether or not it was a good decade or not overall because I’ve got nothing to compare it to. This is the first decade that I can remember fairly clearly.

All I know for sure is this: If you start something with tears and end it with laughter, you’ve done something right along the way.

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