This is the time in my life when all that advice my wise mentors handed out to me over my childhood should come into good use. I remember hearing several things over the years and thinking to myself, "I really should remember this for the future." I even tried to write all the good ones down, but that seemed to be very short lived.
So where did all that good advice go? Advice doesn't only matter if it is only the pieces that have sunk in to my memory, does it? If that is the case, then the advice someone once gave me about how shaving makes your hair grow back quicker and thicker falls under the "great advice" category. My dad is great with using quotes as excellent pieces of wisdom. He began every soccer season by giving the team a list of encouraging and inspirational stories and snippets. Following his lead, I strove to always have a quote on hand for any occasion. But as it turns out I have the memory of a goldfish and memorization does not bow down willingly. And as it turns out, only using quotes to sound well-read and wise in the ways of the world only makes you look pretentious. Under the surface, I am still aching for a lesson.
I truly hope that I took every piece of advice to heart and that it has seeped into my core. I hope that those words were not wasted. I hope that I have been shaped and molded in a way that I can develop my own experiences in order to obtain my own idioms for the future.
