When you come back to your hometown, it is nice to visit with the people you grew up with. It is nice to see them and realize how their life turned out. On the other hand, it stirs a lot of history, feelings, and emotions that can be uncomfortable. Remembering how one decision led to another and brought you to where you are. One piece of the puzzle could have changed the entire thing. It is amazing and scary too. Last time I came I only saw a few of my high school girlfriends, and that was really all. I've seen already three people that I haven't seen in almost 15 years or more. And I am reluctant to call people that I've already committed to call, like more stirring is not good. I think it is easier once it's done. Like going to the doctor. It wasn't that bad once you went. Still it's taking me two weeks to make a phone call. I know I carry the light of Jesus with me, and I'll be alright. It's just that I feel like I am surrounded by the ghosts of the past.
Sometimes you just have to face your fears. The fear of awkwardness, the fear of remembering.
We watched Dorian Gray. Oh my. The actors are lovely, but I forgot how dark the storyline was. If I'd have to choose I really prefer Twilight, vampires and all. At least there is some romance and eternal bliss, instead of just evil and cynicism. Love conquers all.
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