“I don’t want you to be the guy who lives in his stories. Life only moves forward.”
That’s what Tracy tells Ted in the last (awful, awful, sometimes not bad but generally awful) season of How I Met Your Mother. It’s a funny and poignant line, because the entire show has been Ted living in his stories. He’s been telling his kids this long, inappropriate story the whole time. It’s hard not to look at him and think that it’s someone who can’t stop living in the past.
I’m not middle aged, yet I still do.
I like telling stories. It’s one of the reasons I write. But ever since moving to a new town, I feel like more than ever I live in my stories.
I live in the stories from University. I live constantly waiting for #tbts and Facebook memories of times that were more exciting. Part of it is moving to a new town and making the adjustment, but it’s a scary thing to already feel stuck in the past.
What I worry about is that the best of it has passed. It sounds ridiculous, that at 25 the best of times could have passed. When things get rough, I look back on when I was happiest and see if there is a way I can get back to that best life. Do I really even know what my best life was?
No, because I’m hoping it is ahead of me. Like Tracy says, life only moves forward.
Also all of my wisdom comes from sitcoms and television shows. One day I’ll read a book.