Last week I was in Disney World on Senior Trip. On Friday afternoon my friends and I were in Animal Kingdom. As we were attempting to head back to the buses we found ourselves a little lost. On top of the stress of not knowing where we were, everyone was tired, overheated, and our feet hurt. So needless to say no one was in a good mood. Thus began an argument about how we got lost, whose fault it was, and where the heck we were.
I personally didn't care whose fault it was, I just wanted to get on the bus where it was air conditioned and I could sit down and rest my weary feet. So I grumbled at our disgruntled group that "It doesn't matter where we were, it matters where we're going!" And then I got philosophical.
And I was like, isn't that true in life?
No matter where you are in life, whether you're in a good place, a bad place, or you don't quite know where you are, what matters isn't where you were before, or how you got where you are now, that's in the past and can't be changed, what does matter is where you're going from here.
If you're in a good place, go somewhere even better. If you're in a bad place, go somewhere good. If you don't know where you are, figure it out. Then go somewhere good.