I really do love autumn. I love the gold and red on the trees. I love sweaters and football games. I love a bonfire, and I love waking up cool after sleeping with the window open.
But every year once the leaves start to turn and the air gets a chill, I get in this weird funk. Something about fall fills me with some kind of melancholy that I won’t fully be able to shake until after Christmas. My brain is peppered with memories – more like little snapshots – of every stage of my life. None of the memories is especially bad, but with each little flashback I can vividly recall the way I felt at that time and it becomes a bit overwhelming.
Many of the memories are from my teenage years and high school. People I knew. Dumb decisions I made. Things I should’ve said “yes” to. Things I should’ve said “no” to. Memories of a floundering self-esteem. Plenty to regret.
I have always felt sorry for those folks who claim that “these are the best years of your life.” I had enough personal angst going on back then to write about sixty songs for Courtney Love. Hell, I’ve got plenty of angst still today!
To cure the blues, I scrolled through facebook to look at old high school friends and found this amazing story from my own alma mater. I won’t bother typing it all because the video does a good job telling the back story, but please take a few minutes to watch this. It will totally restore your faith in today’s youth.