Remember how deeply you cared
My brother is now eight years old, and as such has just about reached the point where I can remember what I was doing when I was his age, and it’s practically identical.
Tonnes of Minecraft, tonnes of YouTube, tonnes of talking to other kids over internet.
To me, of course, the things he worries about that he treats as life or death seem trivial. And it would be so, so easy to separate myself, to think ‘haha, silly eight year old’… and learn nothing.
But once apon a time, I too cared like there was nothing more important in the world than who there was around to play Minecraft with.
I too sank hundreds of hours into a budding Youtube channel, believing it to be my life.
I too fretted with grandiose severity over whether or not I’d be able to get an intro made.
So I say to myself, now: don’t forget how deeply you cared about these trivial problems.
How VITIAL they seemed to your happiness. How ALL CONSUMING they were to your world.
Don’t forget, or you will make the same mistake again.
Don’t forget, and then begin to see your problems as 1, rather than 1/7,000,000,000.
Don’t forget, and then start to speak in grandiosity.
Don’t forget, as is so easy, and fall into the mistake of zooming in.