#121 - Son's emotion, anew

Four years have come and gone since Cj choked up on Epiphany, yet he'd never laid eyes on that vid of himself until today. Bam, it's like a short circuit in his heart: it's him watching him. Time's slippin' away, and he's starting to grasp the whole growing-up thing. Feeling all grown-up, realizing that in a few more years, he'll be feeling even more grown-up—so, guess what, folks? Today, we're still right on time.

Yeah, we're right on time to do everything our hearts desire. Life's pretty rad, and time keeps on tickin', but there's something about kids getting all misty-eyed that's like a master class for us adults. They're our genuine gurus; we've gotta relearn how to get in touch with our feelings. Each day, we should embrace the past, savor the present, and paint our future with every vibrant hue we can muster.

Life's a trip, and it's stunningly, tearjerkingly beautiful. It's in those moments when our hearts squeeze, in Cj's tearful Epiphany, and when we watch ourselves watching ourselves, that we realize life's got a pulse, a rhythm, and a symphony of emotions. We're not running out of time; we're dancing in it. And in Cj's teary-eyed lesson, we remember to feel, to experience the journey, and to treasure every step of this magnificent ride called life.