Nostalgia, oh it drags me down.
So, last night I went home after doing my best to get ready for the discussions tomorrow. My dad had purchased the DVD of "Suburban Commando" and we watched that while I ate my dinner. It was definitely still silly but funny movie. It sure brought back memories of being younger. Sometimes I do miss those days of middle and high school. I feel like I had a better handle over what needed to be accomplished back then, and there was more structure in how to handle it. It seems that my free time was more enjoyable, and everything seemed so new and innovative. Even looking back and knowing how far things have come in movies and video games, it still seems like things just made more sense and were more enjoyable no matter how lame they were. Maybe that was just the innocence of youth. Even if, I don't think I could ever break that illusion for the powerful strength of the young mind has ingrained it in my memories.
It is amazing to realize how much has changed even in a local sense. I remember when, some what recently, David and I were driving down a street in Riverside, only to discover that the smaller mall of the city had been demolished and in its place was a small outdoor mall with a Borders Bookstore. I remember when Barnes and Noble was this rare place that my parents took me to in the far away land of Rancho Cucamonga, which to me seemed a vast labyrinth of tomes of which I could only dream to read before my demise. And now, while there is still a glint of that feeling deep within me, it seems merely to be a store now.
I will never recover this feeling towards things as I had in my youth. In fact, it would be a shame if I did; there are better things for this child-like awe. An awe for a future and an inheritance of salvation and a Kingdom of which I, myself, have no power to gain, but which has been handed to me if only I trust and rest in the calming presence of a God and a Man who gave everything "for such a wretch like me."
It is amazing to realize how much has changed even in a local sense. I remember when, some what recently, David and I were driving down a street in Riverside, only to discover that the smaller mall of the city had been demolished and in its place was a small outdoor mall with a Borders Bookstore. I remember when Barnes and Noble was this rare place that my parents took me to in the far away land of Rancho Cucamonga, which to me seemed a vast labyrinth of tomes of which I could only dream to read before my demise. And now, while there is still a glint of that feeling deep within me, it seems merely to be a store now.
I will never recover this feeling towards things as I had in my youth. In fact, it would be a shame if I did; there are better things for this child-like awe. An awe for a future and an inheritance of salvation and a Kingdom of which I, myself, have no power to gain, but which has been handed to me if only I trust and rest in the calming presence of a God and a Man who gave everything "for such a wretch like me."