So...Let me think...
Yesterday, an old friend from High School hunted me down and found me on MySpace. Shit happens, I guess. Anyway, I started looking through their friends list and came across a couple of people that I vaguely remembered from my "hay-day's". To see them all grown up just reminded me how old I really am. DLC helped me displace that realization. Now, seeing those old faces that once were young, I can't help but be reminded of my past and how, inevitably, we are growing older.
So what's the point of writing in this thing?, I ask. Nothing really poinant about what I write. No politics, no sports, no worldly affairs AND CERTAINLY nothing important. I think at times we all need to vent. We all need to find some sort of channel to purge us of our emotional instability and try to capture some sanity. It seldom works, and lately nothing has been working.
Those old faces have families now. Children are all over their webpages. It's funny to see people who weren't happy as kids, with kids of their own. I'm happy for them. THere's really no ill will. Don't get me wrong. What ever they did, or how ever they got these lives, it seems to suite them. They smile in pictures and they laugh on videos. It just amazes me how people change over time. That is what I fear when it comes to DLC and the friends from college. I fear that one day, we will all go our separate ways and come across each other in various communication channels and vaguely remember who we were. It happens. That much I know. It's one of those cycles of life. We each must go our separate way, live our life and grow older and wiser. If you must go, remember one thing about me. Be it humbling or wrot with disaster. It could be something embarrassing or something sweet. It doesn't matter.
Remember that I take with me precious memories of a life that was extraordinary. My college years were far from traditional. I came in as one of those "Old Dogs", out of place and unsure of what my life would bring. Up until UST, my life was a sham, and empty shell. You made me some room in your life and accepted me in one form or another. I take that with me where ever I go. I can't say and I won't say that you or I will never forget each other. BUT what I have lived, I lived well becuase of you. I was redeemed. And because of your philosophy, your insightfulness, your faithful, your inocence, etc., I became a better person, I think...
I make one wish, that we all succeed in our endeavors and I hope that where ever our feet may trod, we shake off UST ground upon that land and say, "I come to chew bubble gum and kick ass...AND I'm all out of bubble gum!!!":)
No, don't say that. Say something great and then attribute it to me:)
Yesterday, an old friend from High School hunted me down and found me on MySpace. Shit happens, I guess. Anyway, I started looking through their friends list and came across a couple of people that I vaguely remembered from my "hay-day's". To see them all grown up just reminded me how old I really am. DLC helped me displace that realization. Now, seeing those old faces that once were young, I can't help but be reminded of my past and how, inevitably, we are growing older.
So what's the point of writing in this thing?, I ask. Nothing really poinant about what I write. No politics, no sports, no worldly affairs AND CERTAINLY nothing important. I think at times we all need to vent. We all need to find some sort of channel to purge us of our emotional instability and try to capture some sanity. It seldom works, and lately nothing has been working.
Those old faces have families now. Children are all over their webpages. It's funny to see people who weren't happy as kids, with kids of their own. I'm happy for them. THere's really no ill will. Don't get me wrong. What ever they did, or how ever they got these lives, it seems to suite them. They smile in pictures and they laugh on videos. It just amazes me how people change over time. That is what I fear when it comes to DLC and the friends from college. I fear that one day, we will all go our separate ways and come across each other in various communication channels and vaguely remember who we were. It happens. That much I know. It's one of those cycles of life. We each must go our separate way, live our life and grow older and wiser. If you must go, remember one thing about me. Be it humbling or wrot with disaster. It could be something embarrassing or something sweet. It doesn't matter.
Remember that I take with me precious memories of a life that was extraordinary. My college years were far from traditional. I came in as one of those "Old Dogs", out of place and unsure of what my life would bring. Up until UST, my life was a sham, and empty shell. You made me some room in your life and accepted me in one form or another. I take that with me where ever I go. I can't say and I won't say that you or I will never forget each other. BUT what I have lived, I lived well becuase of you. I was redeemed. And because of your philosophy, your insightfulness, your faithful, your inocence, etc., I became a better person, I think...
I make one wish, that we all succeed in our endeavors and I hope that where ever our feet may trod, we shake off UST ground upon that land and say, "I come to chew bubble gum and kick ass...AND I'm all out of bubble gum!!!":)
No, don't say that. Say something great and then attribute it to me:)
posted by Crescamus in Christos at 8/21/2007 01:21:00 PM
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