Today at the beach I saw disappointment in one of the youngest cases I've ever seen.
This disappointment wasn't major, but to a sixteen month old child, what is major?
I watched this brave little child stand himself up, shovel in hand, and begin walking towards a flock of seagulls. His pace increased as he moved along and after thirty yards he was within ten feet of the birds. Then poof, they fly away.
He sees another bird about ten yards from him. He locks in on this bird and treks towards it. This bird, like the others, escapes the boy.
With all the birds gone the little boy's head dropped. He was defeated.
His dad walked over to him and talked to him for a minute before leading him back over to their umbrella.
At sixteen months old this boy tasted his first dose of disappointment. He wanted nothing more than to touch that seagull. A task that to him seemed very achievable.
Isn't that the way it goes though? Just when you think you have something in your grasp it flies away.
His dad explained to him that he wasn't going to catch a seagull today. In reality he might not ever catch one.
That's life.
Life is let downs and disappointments. Life is the dad who tells you it's okay.
Life is full of let downs, but those let downs don't define our life.
Our life is defined instead by triumphs.
NP: Hurt Me Tomorrow- K'naan
I have to say I'm not reading the PSU ones because I'm sick of the topic but this was a rock solid post.
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