Wasted Time

It's late at night, almost twelve am and I'm squished in the back of a Ford explorer with five other people. Three of which I've spent a good nine plus years of my life with. We've laughed so hard we cry, we've danced until we could barely breath. And we got picked by a random car of dudes who tried to get us to race them... (Disclaimer, we did nothing of the sort). 

I'll be frank with you, I love my friends with all my heart. But I don't always like them. And earlier that night I had almost started what would have been a week long argument. Instead I bit my tongue and kept the peace, because by golly we were going to a folk dance and I wasn't going to let my bitterness ruin their night. Yet I can't help but wonder why, in the midst of wallowing in my own pity and exhaustion, I was so happy. And then I realized, that the best days of my life were wasted time. Folk dancing would in no way contribute to my future, you don't get a collage scholarship or a job at the dance hall, and only rarely does one meet the love of their life at such places. But God had gifted me five beautiful, smart, courageous, people that I had the privilege to call friends. And they were what made my night so special, not that I got to dance with my crush, or that they had tollhouse cookies downstairs, but these wonderful people that I hope to spend the rest of my life with. 

So to quote Keith Urban, "Ain't it funny how the best days of my life was all that wasted time." In hindsight, I wouldn't trade that 'wasted time' for anything in the world. Life is far too short my friends to let those moments slip by us, but it's also far too long to lose sight of whats truly important.